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Post by Krepta on May 31, 2011 19:03:10 GMT -5
"It's a deal then," she said, picking her way through one of the fallen ware-houses. Might as well not waste the fare. This was obviously a big company's stock, and big companies could afford a little... charity. She snatched up a few bags of things that looked like food-- she hoped they were food, and an industrial package of what she was pretty sure was beef jerky. Now that was lucky! "What do you eat anyhow? The normal stuff," she asked, wrinkling her nose as she shifted through the boxes of beer. It was just as well that Lobo was the beer drinker. Krepta couldn't stand the stuff. She had never been much of a drinker period though. She snatched up a few more packages and stuffed them in her 'saddlepack' before moving on again. "And you said something about a mark?" She turned to eye him critically. "What'd the guy do?" Krepta was on the fence about bounty hunters. One part of her believed everyone deserved a fair trail, the other part of her, well, she had seen the bad guy get away again and again. Sometimes she wondered if it wasn't just for the greater good that someone came along and put an end to it. There were 'marks' though with bounties on their heads just because someone didn't like them. That was something she didn't agree with. She wouldn't necessarily help Lobo if the guy deserved it, but she wouldn't stop him either. However, if the person was undeserving, she would have to put her foot down, truce or not. Being a superhero wasn't just what Krepta did, it was who she was. "When you see those brats, by the way, watch out. They may be scrawny little kids, but they pack a bit of a punch. I'm pretty sure they work with electricity, but they may just have some gadgets I didn't see. There's someone higher up pulling their strings." She narrowed her eyes. "And if I ever get my teeth into them, I'm going to make them pay."
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 31, 2011 22:46:34 GMT -5
“I c’n eat most anything, though I have a ken fer steak. You c’n keep da rabbit food.” He also was picking thought the waterlogged pile of produce, being less particular about the condition the food was in. He slung a side of beef over his shoulder as they waded through what had been a meat-packing plant, then added another case of brew, slipping the cans into a less sodden wooden crate before balancing it on his other shoulder.
He frowned a bit when she asked about the mark. “Dunno what he did. All I’s know is dat ‘e’s worth a decent chunka change. If it makes ya feel any better, ‘e hasta be alive and unharmed. They really made a point about dat.” Not that he personally cared about the condition his bounty was in, but those guys clearly wanted their merchandise in one piece, and if that’s what the customer wanted, Lobo would deliver as agreed to.
He gave a derisive snort when the flyin’ lizard warned him about the kids. “I wouldn’t fret about it too much. Ain’t much that c’n keep da Main Man down.” That much was gospel, at least in Lobo’s mind.
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Post by Krepta on Jun 1, 2011 0:51:36 GMT -5
"No, they didn't make much of a match against me either, but it still hurt like nothing," she answered, of course meaning the twins abilities. "A bee sting isn't going to kill you, but at the same time, I'd rather not stick my hand in the nest, you know? It's good to know what you're up against." She poked at something that might have once been half a pig and grimaced. The thing slung over Lobo's shoulder didn't look too different. She wouldn't be surprised if he ate it raw. "Wish I could eat like that without worrying about croaking." Granted, she probably could while she was dragon, but she wasn't about to find out if she was wrong the hard way. "I can cook that if you want, by the way. I've gotten pretty good at it. Breathing fire is good for more than just lighting asses on fire." She wrinkled her nose. That horrible smell still clung to her. She'd have to circle back around later when she was less likely to be spotted and see if she couldn't find something tomato based. She nodded a bit and pushed the facility's gates out of the way to make room for her and Lobo to get through. "That's a bit better. I wonder what he's wanted for. You should be careful about who you hand over. There's a lot of DNA snatching going around-- seems to be popular these days. They might decide to try and get their money back." She paused briefly to sniff the air. No new signs of visitors, though the pipes that had been ripped from the ceiling still dripped rainwater. She'd have to fix that at some point. "Though I guess if you can catch them the first time around they wouldn't be too difficult modified either." Everything was just as she had left it besides the damages from the battle. She still had a couch and a bed, a table and a crate or two for chairs-- as she had said, it wasn't anything fancy, but she had stayed in worse. It was warm and dry, and vermin free, and that was enough for now. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, slinging her pack down. "I'll head out once it gets dark. The places I get my food aren't exactly kosher." He was a bounty hunter though; not exactly a saint. She doubted highly that he cared if she had sticky fingers. "Don't break anything. You have no idea how hard it is to find a clean couch in this city, and don't even get me started on the beds. Do you need a fire for that beef?" She jabbed a claw towards the ceiling where she had broken through a little to create a smoke hole. There was a bucket catching rain water beneath it at the moment, but there was evidence of a recent fire under the bucket.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 15, 2011 5:06:56 GMT -5
Lobo had merely followed the dragon as she babbled on and on. Jus’ like a woman, he noted to himself. Once they got to her “place”, which seemed to be little more than a garage with like-minded furnishings, he dropped the slab of beef before setting the case of beer down with a little more care. He then grunted at the dragon. “If ya’s wanna stoke a fire, go ahead.” It wasn’t for any need of comfort; Lobo wouldn’t dare complain that he was too cold, or wet, or in pain, or anything of the like; but in truth he wanted some warm grub to go with the cold brewskis.
He then took in the layout of the place, noting that it wasn’t quite the most watertight of rooms. With a begrudging sigh, he clamored up a pile of crates to reach the busted pipes that drizzled water into the room. A few bends of the metal and he managed to stuff the broken ends into each other, cutting off at least one source of flow. He did eye the hole in the roof, but currently it was out of his reach. For now he flopped his carcass on the couch and reached into the case for a beer, flipping the cap across the room and imbedding it in the wall before gulping down the contents of the bottle in three swallows. He gave a sigh, followed by a rather foul-smelling belch.
The Czarnian was content.
(sorry about the lag. I mucked up my eye again, tore the cornea lens away for the third time this year. Got yet another cap on the eye and it’s keeping the pain and a dull roar but I’m kind of seeing the world in a blurry double… it’s making reading and posting very interesting. They say it’s a degenerative disease, which might make posting more difficult as time goes along…
But I ain’t given up yet!)
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Post by Krepta on Jun 15, 2011 6:26:14 GMT -5
"One of the little brats did that," Krepta commented, watching Lobo set the broken pipe to rights again. "You can thank them for the wet floors." She didn't really care if he was listening or not. It was nice having someone to talk to, and honestly even if he wasn't listening, she could at least pretend he was. She broke a few pieces off the crate pile Lobo had been standing on previously and piled them just under the hole she had broken in the roof. She had noticed him eying it when he had been fixing the pipe and gave a small smile of self-satisfaction. She had already thought of that. "Don't worry," she said, "This thing closes up. I may be a dragon, but no one likes being dripped on in the middle of the night." She reached up and tugged a rope that dangled freely at one end of the room. As she did, the modified metal blade of an old industrial fan slid into place over the hole, blocking any leaks that might have otherwise happened. She pulled it again and the fan blade swung back away. She turned back to the wood pile and spat suddenly, shooting a condensed ball of fire into it's depths. With in a few seconds, the previous pile of crates and old furniture legs had become a roaring bon-fire. She had never needed kindling. Dragon fire was pretty potent. She thought about ordering Lobo to get his smelly rack of meat off her couch, but thought better of it. Honestly, the couch had probably had worse on it-- and it had never smelled that great. Instead, she pulled a long pipe out of the wall-- which thankfully held no water, and tossed it to him. "Here, you can probably roast it on this." She didn't bother to see if he had caught it or not. He probably would. "Don't burn down my shelter while I'm gone. There's a fire extinguisher in the back. Or you could just throw yourself on it. I'm sure your stink would wrestle the blaze into submission." Was that a joke she had cracked? Slinging her pack back over her long, scaly neck, she headed for the door again. "Is there anything else I should be looking for besides food while I'm out? I'm only going out once. More than that's too risky."
(( Feel better, hun! We're all rooting for you! You know, if you wanted to put the time and money in, there's software that you can get for your computer that speaks what's on the screen, and vise-versa the software writes down what you say. I'm not sure how well it works, but you might think about looking into it. :3 I think it was called Dragon or something. ))
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 16, 2011 5:36:10 GMT -5
(( I know about Dragon. I ain’t that far gone yet, and when I am, I’m filin’ fer disability. They want to “sandpaper” the lens to make it stick, but no guarantee it would work. Plus I’m not exactly thrilled with that venue. Still playing it by ear, trying new eye drops. Damn eye just itches like crazy now, and everything’s still blurry and doubled… ))
Of course Lobo caught the pipe with no trouble before slowly drawing himself off the couch to amble towards the fire, taking a moment to enjoy it’s warmth by rubbing his hands over the blaze. “If yas find me sum cigars, dat’d be good.” His own of course had been burnt up several seconds after he’d plowed through the atmosphere on his unexpected landing. His spares had been mangled within the lump of metal that used to be his Hawg, now at the bottom of Gotham Bay.
Creature comforts were far and few between now, so Lobo took advantage of what was available. He waved off the dragon, sending her on her way before propping the pipe next to the roaring fire and one the metal had heated up to a deep red he ripped chunks of cow flesh from the carcass and slapped them on the pipe, each one hissing upon contact. He didn’t leave the flesh there for long; his tastes running more towards rare than burnt as he sucked down the roughly hewn, barely cooked steaks one by one. He would pause every now and then and gulp down another beer to wash his meal down.
Soon the beef and the booze were gone and the Czarnian was sated. He then turned his malevolent red eye to his current surroundings. It seemed silly that a dragon would hang out in a warehouse; especially with the chance that the creature might be spotted by the local cops and might get shot. Of course that was provided she actually was a dragon. Despite the wet and mildew and recent flooding, Lobo could easily pick up the definite scent of a woman. Was the dragon slumming with some chick? It was possible, but then again would the beast have dared to bring something like Lobo home?
So Lobo had his suspicions, but he didn’t fret about it. He actually was thankful for the place to crash (though he’d never actually say he was grateful, of course) and if there was a chick or two hanging out he’d introduce himself later. For now, all he wanted was a few hours shut-eye. He returned to the couch, propping his hobnail boots up on one end, his head just resting comfortable at the other, before closing those glowing red eyes and settling down for a nap.
Soon his snores rattled throughout the warehouse.
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Post by domofudge on Jun 16, 2011 18:22:50 GMT -5
((OOC: Ahahaha, I like how Krepta brought up the boys. Do you mind if I hop in? If you do, then feel free to skip this post. ))
After being, (unfortunately) "pwned" by Krepta and the Creeper, the boys had gone through just a few missions. They had met new friends, healed most of their injuries, but for the most part, their bosses were still severely displeased with them. No boss would ever be happy to find out that two of their best employees recklessly flailed into a battle with an older hero, failed to capture said target and completely went of track of their original mission. Because of this, both boys were forced to partol the area they first saw Krepta every week.
Rumors had been spreading that the Creeper had disappeared and that there was another new being that had fallen to Earth, this left the twin boys feeling rather confident. Both boys were walking down the patrol area as usual, the more rambunctious of the twins casually stretching out his arms as they walked.
"Today's the day, Shockwave," he grinned "we'll capture that dragon and find the new creature and then we never have to patrol this dingy area again!" "Don't get cocky," his more stern brother replied "this new being could be even more dangerous than that man with the green hair. That dragon certainly wasn't easy to deal with either and we aren't even sure she's here anymore. Now would you shut up and let me search the area?"
The younger teen huffed and muttered a few insults under his breath, not noticing the older twin roll his eyes at his immaturity. Looking up at the building in which they once fought the dragon, he shuddered, remembering how he had to resort to bursting open water pipes. The very feeling of water, or rather, the very thought of it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Curse you, Kiddieland, curse you."
Meanwhile, Jolt turned back towards the building as well, pushing aside some rubble and stepping in through an open window. He jumped a bit as some leaking pipes dripped water onto his face. Suddenly, he sounded something that resembled his father's snoring.
"Hey bro!" Jolt shouted back "I hear something that sounds like an animal... I think it's growling."
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 17, 2011 6:24:58 GMT -5
((Sure! Dive on in! The blood… I mean water.... the water’s fine!) ))
Lobo’s snoring, which in its own right shook some of the thinner walls, stuttered for a moment when the first young man shouted to his partner. The albino behemoth shifted on the couch, rolling to his side with his face tucked into what remained of the cushioning in the back of the couch. He smacked his lips a few times, then the snoring picked up a steady rhythm once again.
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Post by Krepta on Jun 19, 2011 13:28:13 GMT -5
(( You guys can go ahead and continue on without me for a while. I'm going to have Krepta roleplaying out stealing a few things and probably have her pop back in later if she's not detained. I'll enter her back in when it's time. :3 Go get 'em, Lobo! XD))
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Post by domofudge on Jun 19, 2011 23:35:02 GMT -5
The boys both noticed this sudden noise and decided to move toward the room Lobo was in with caution. Careful to avoid debris, puddles and broken pipes, they tip-toed along. The place smelt of soaked wood, beef jerky, and something rather unpleasant that both boys were too young to drink. Spotting Lobo, the twins jumped a bit in surprise. Jolt let out a strand of words inappropriate for young children but his elder brother was quick to shush him. "What the crap is tha-" Jolt sputtered before being interrupted by a hand over his mouth. "Shut up, it's sleeping." Shockwave responded in a hushed tone, his brother moving his hand from his face and glaring before turning back toward Lobo. "It's huge! Frick, it's worse than that guy in green underoos." "Just shut up, he could wake up at any moment and we don't want to upset him. Besides, I learned from last time that it's best to encounter these problems civilized at first." Shockwave approached the alien, keeping as calm as his fifteen year old body would allow. Gulping down his anxiety he stared down at Lobo and wondered what would be the best decision from this point. He had a few plans. A) Wake him. Bad idea, he might eat you. B) Drag him to headquarters. Bad idea, he might wake up and eat you. C) Do nothing. Bad idea, he might wake up and see you, get startled and eat you. So far, this was getting nowhere. Jolt slowly decided to walk up beside his brother, armed with a piece of broken wood. "Duuuuude."
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 20, 2011 5:08:45 GMT -5
Of course the Main Man had hear these two yahoo’s stumble their way into the building. Instead of charging into the fray, he’d decided to play dead. He’d been accused of smelling as such on more than one occasion; something of which he was pretty sure was a boldfaced lie at best. He’d never know for sure… now.
So he’d played possum, but they were more than close enough now to snag.
Suddenly that red eye snapped open, gazing with all of it’s unearthly glow on the two boys. “Well dat didn’t take long at all. C’mere and give Unca Lobo a kiss.” Then one of his beefy hands shot out to attempt to wrap his fingers around Shockwave.
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Post by domofudge on Jun 20, 2011 21:20:10 GMT -5
Shockwave totally didn't scream like a little girl as Lobo grabbed onto him...
Alright, that was a lie.
He was trembling and scared as hell, but he didn't feel like he could do much at this point except for try to reason with Lobo.
"H-hello," he stuttered "it's nice to meet you. I never knew my father had siblings. Y-you look like you can kill me-I mean like you work out. Maybe we could head over to the gym together?" His brother had jumped back several feet and was now yelling his suggestions toward Shockwave.
"Dude! Don't flirt with it!" Jolt shouted, getting into a basic fighting stance. His brother squirmed in Lobo's grip in fear.
"Don't call him an it! Especially in this situation! This should be solved with civilized communication." he sputtered in response. "God, you're such a girl! No wonder you don't have a girlfriend!" the younger twin shouted back.
Of course. He just HAD to try and make an immature argument NOW of all times.
Shockwave quickly rushed through battle strategies in his brain. For now he'd try to reason with Lobo, but if he gripped any tighter, he would surge electrical energy through his body.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 21, 2011 19:59:14 GMT -5
(I so needed a laugh today. Wonderful response. Thank you!)
Lobo drew the jittery boy closer to his face, sniffing him as if trying to identify a scent; though how the monster could I.D anyone’s scent through the wall of B.O. he generated himself was well beyond anyone’s guess. He probably should have just squished the little punk right now and get rid of the dragon’s headache, but if Lobo had a flaw (not like he’d admit it) it was that he was a tiny bit susceptible to praise, especially coupled with the acknowledgement that he could have snapped the kid’s neck like a twig at any moment.
Nothing like earning a little respect.
He turned the boy around in his grip to examine him a little more closely. “Don’t see what dat reptile sees in ya. Don’t look much more then a coupla bites at best.” He held Shockwave a moment longer, then set him gently back to ground as if he were setting down a delicate ceramic cup. “So, I’m suppose ta rough ya up some, but I dun think yas can take much more dan a sneeze from me.” He crossed those massively beefy white arms across his chest as he looked down on the duo. “I’m jus’ curious; what did ya do ta th’dragon that pissed her off so’s much?”
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Post by domofudge on Jun 22, 2011 4:47:55 GMT -5
(I'm so flattered! That very comment made my day.) Shockwave sighed in relief and realized that maybe this wasn't so bad. He swallowed down as much trembling fear as he could and spoke up again. "W-well, our boss sent us out on a mission to capture her. Secondly, a friend of hers named the Creeper.. I-i falsely assumed he was about to attack a little girl so I panicked and thought it was a good idea to start a fight." he admitted. Jolt decided to make his brother look worse and chuckled. "Dude! Don't forget the part where you electrocuted her and TOTALLY pissed her off and I had to save your ass when speedo-man was about to snap your nec-"
"Shut up, or I will CUT you," Shockwave growled before looking back at Lobo "but a question for you... You seem like the guy who can talk anyone into giving you anything. Why are you sleeping in a place like this?"
This was what Shockwave was really wondering. What was this man's relation to their target? Where did he even come from? Is he on our side, is he a threat? He'd hopefully get some answers later.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 22, 2011 9:54:50 GMT -5
‘Hrm,” Lobo mused, thought the sound was probably registering more like a disgruntled growl to those that didn’t know the Main Man at all. “Well I suggest ya give up on trying ta catch her. I promised her dat I git rid of ‘er ‘rat’ problem and she’d give me a place ta crash. Plus she got me sum grub,” and he gestured over to what remained of the haunch of the cow, which might have resembled the bone from a human leg at this point, depending on the view cast by the remains of the fire that Krepta had started for him.
The galactic bounty hunter turned back to his “rat problem”, though he was finding the whole scenario grotesquely humorous; that these two pipsqueaks could make so much trouble for the oversized flame-throwin’ iguana. “Now I’mma man of muh word but I was jus’ settlin’ down fer a nap, an’ as much as I like ta ‘emphasize’ muh point wid muh fists I wanna go ta sleep, so’s I’ll gives ya one warnin’: Beat it, or I might be forced ta do sumptin unsavory ta both yas. Got it?”
Those glowering red eyes bore down on the brothers, indicating that it might not take much indeed for Lobo to forgo his nap to put in a little “play” time.
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