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Post by domofudge on Jul 16, 2011 13:15:36 GMT -5
OOC: Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I posted the wrong response! The previous post was for a seperate adventure, my apologies.)
"Are you telling me that we're after some geek squad wanabee?" asked the youngest of the boys. He looked up in a slightly disappointed yet intruiged fashion. He was hoping to chase down someone a little more fun to, well, chase down.
"Don't underestimate him," Shockwave responded in his usual, serious manner "he could possibly have the ability to kill you with a single look. We don't know yet. Right now we just search and follow any other reasonable orders Lobo gives us."
"But that's so boring!" Jolt whined as he flopped over the nearby pool table. People stared wondering why the set of twins weren't running away from the giant alien known as Lobo, or rather, why in the world they were conversing with it. That was the last thought on either of the twin's minds at the moment though. Right now, Jolt just wanted adventure and Shockwave simply wanted to get this over with already.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jul 19, 2011 3:57:52 GMT -5
The tender behind the counter was beginning to sweat big time. Well who wouldn’t with nearly a ton of psychopathic alien hovering over you, asking questions in a rather demanding way. In fact the poor man couldn’t bring any words to his lips but mere gestured to where the described “geek” had been sitting just a few hours ago.
Lobo released the clerk, the man tumbling backwards into the bar, sending a few bottles clattering to the floor (though not broken, as if the hand of God had cushioned their fall) The Czarnian turned towards where the bartender had gesture.
The room scurried to get out of his way.
Now the monster lumbered towards the chair. He hung over the table at first, merely sniffing the ambient stale smoke lingering over the area, but then the monster dropped his head closer to the seat, inhaling with such force that it was a wonder that the cushion didn’t get sucked up his nose. Not the bounty hunter paused, those luminescent red eyes slowly scanning the room, making those brave souls remaining in the bar think twice about their decision. Lobo hung there for a few moments, then slowly moved, his gaze now focused on the scum-coated floorboards, the demonic eyes darting back and forth as they read whatever disgusting story the ground had to tell. He must have seen something because the leviathan made his way towards a smaller door in the back that opened up to an alleyway. A very small door that was made a bit larger as Lobo shoved his bulk through the opening, causing the frame to crack and shift under his efforts.
Soon Lobo was in the alleyway, picking up his stride as whatever scent he had managed to identify in that chaotic mess of booze, vomit, and other vile body fluids led him away from the bar.
Needless to say, he didn’t care if the twins were following or not.
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domofudge
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Post by domofudge on Jul 24, 2011 1:34:52 GMT -5
Sorry I've been gone for so long! I've been a tad bit busy this past while.)
Of course, Jolt followed like a puppy being taunted with a strip of bacon anyways. The boy found Lobo's ability to pick up scents through all of the musty stench, the mixed odor of alcohol and most likely piss. Not to mention he loved Lobo's ability to intimidate, which worried the elder brother to some extent. Who in the world would admire that? Well, Jolt was an example of the few.
Coughing a bit at the smoke, Shockwave slowly followed, avoiding the broken glass of a few past bar fights.
The ruffians. He scoffed just at the thought.
"I can see you picked up his scent," he said "and that certainly answers my question. Funny, I would have suspected a separate method." Yet, before he could finish his sentence, he noticed something wasn't right with the environment. Sure, they were in a damp, disgusting alleyway. The walls covered in mold, graffiti and garbage, but he had a feeling that someone was watching. "Jolt. Keep your eyes peeled."
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jul 25, 2011 3:09:38 GMT -5
(ehh... no sweat)
Lobo merely smirked at the boys nervousness. Yes they were being watched. Lobo’d picked them up some time ago as they navigated their way through the neglected sections of Gotham. Apparently he’d ruffled some feathers with his rather brusque treatment of the bartender.
Not that he cared, of course.
He was rather smug though, that he’d gained yet another inductee to the temple of those that worshiped the feet of the Main Man. They one kid was clearly fawning over his relatively easy accomplishments. Not that he wasn’t able to do much more spectacular things, but it was nice to know that he was appreciated.
It didn’t take long for those following to summon enough bravado to show themselves. It appeared that the bartender had quite the fan base himself, but then again anyone with a supply of booze would become quite the commodity. There had to be at thirty connoisseurs of the ale now filing into the street from every door, window, and sewer grate visible. They also seemed to be carrying every mentionable (and in some weird cases unmentionable) weapon known to mankind. Someone even had a rocket launcher. The throng slowly circled Lobo and his new posse with the full intention of ripping the trio fro limb to limb.
The smile on the Czarnian’s face said it all. He wanted to tango and it looked like his dance card was finally full.
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Post by domofudge on Aug 5, 2011 20:23:45 GMT -5
It was about time. A grin spread across Jolt's face as he faced the armed men. Shockwave readied himself into a fighting stance, taking position behind his brother. These men were armed with deadly machinery, one appeared to have a rocket launcher as well; none of that could be good news. He advised his brother to keep his eyes open and to disarm the men quickly and efficiently.
Jolt was the first of the twins to leap forward, charging an electrical pulse through his leg as he attacked the thug nearest to him. With a sickening crack, the man hit the cement, his arm twisted in an unnatural fashion. Though Jolt was successful in taking him down, this triggered the other men to attack all at once.
"For the love of- Jolt, I said to fight with caution! What part of caution do you not understand?" his brother nagged as he ducked from the swing of a massive crowbar.
"Probably the boring part." the younger of the two joked back.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Aug 7, 2011 15:29:50 GMT -5
And indeed “caution” was not in the Main Man’s vocabulary. In fact he’d thrown all caution, along with several assailants, to the wind as bodies, ordinance, and whatever else came in contact with Lobo’s massive hands were tossed about like so much confetti.
Several did manage to get a shot or two off, the slug from what looked to be an elephant gun? actually penetrated Lobo’s chest. There was a lull as they thought they had the Czarnian on the ropes, but then the bit of metal seemed to wriggled it’s way backwards out of the gaping wound in Lobo’s chest, as if the metal had found something within the torso that was quiet distasteful and was desperately retreating, the slug finally popping out and clattering to the ground.
Lobo looked up and smiled.
The first line of attackers, now realizing that perhaps this was not the more prudent application of their talent; attempted to beat a panicked retreat, clawing over the second line of offense in an attempt to escape what surely was coming. Lobo reached out, grabbing one rather large (i.e. fat) assailant and dragged him into his less than tender embrace. He wrapped a hand around the mans neck, gripped the beltline of the man’s trousers, then heaved, pitching him forward as such velocity that Lobo bowled a perfect 36, hewing a line of bodies for over forty feet.
That added some get-up-‘n-go to the rest of the retreating throng.
Still not everybody escaped. One again the homicidal bounty hunter snaked his hand out, snagging one of the would-be attackers and hoisted him up, the guy’s skinny legs still trundling for all they were worth. The Lobo turned the young man in his grip so that he now dangled inches from the Czarnian’s face.
“Who do ya work fer?” Lobo demanded with a irked snarl on his face.
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Post by Krepta on Aug 31, 2011 14:08:01 GMT -5
Krepta landed heavily outside the complex, dust and debris gusting up around her as she gave one last stroke of her large, bat-like wings for balance and folded them, hunkering down so that Maurice could dismount. It was... concerning quiet, considering the sheer force of the slumbering Lobo's snoring before she had left. That likely meant, unfortunately for her, that Lobo wasn't home. In fact, he was probably off somewhere causing trouble. With a sigh, she began to drag the slain cow indoors-- a burden which had not been easy to carry all this way, even though it was only a small cow. Krepta was, after all, in comparison, only a small dragon. Her full blooded cousins got much, much bigger. Where a single cow would have been no burden to them-- a fact which she sometimes resented-- it left her arms aching and her wings tired. She was going to sleep well tonight-- well, at least if Lobo decided not to come back. She refused to sleep around that guy. It wasn't safe. "He'd just better not bring trouble back here," she grumbled under her breath as she trussed the cow up to-- well, as unpleasant as it was, drain-- somewhere in the back of the complex. "Maurice, sit anywhere you like, but I warn you, the couch probably smells pretty rank right now and you don't want that smell sticking to you." Ugh, the Main Man was in serious need of a bath.
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Post by Wolfy T. Twisted on Aug 31, 2011 20:06:43 GMT -5
As the scenery changed from New York to Gotham, Maurice grew quiet. He hated this city. He hated this city sooo much. If he could get away with it, he'd burn it to the ground.
Well, maybe not something that dramatic.
When they touched down, the vampire slid off of Krepta's back and looked around. He dared the scarecrow to peer around one of the decrepit corners surrounding them. He muttered something to himself before trailing after his friend. He took care not to step in anything the cow left behind.
The 'base' immediately depressed him. He hated thinking of her having to live here and steal Wendy's garbage from day to day just to survive. "I think I'll hang around you until it's time for me to keep watch outside..."
He squinted at the sofa and wrinkled his nose. For all he knew, a colony of little organisms had cropped up between the cushions. Blech.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Sept 1, 2011 4:37:24 GMT -5
(hrm everybody’s back to school, I assume…..)
Lobo’s latest victim, dangling from the Main Man’s grasp and facing a horrendous row of green gaping teeth, promptly pissed himself. Lobo dropped him in disgust since the hysterical man was not about to give him any useful information any time soon. He turned to see who else he could snag.
Only to find the street completely devoid of any life. Including roaches.
He gave a gurgling snort then proceeded to light up a cigar in preparation of a victory celebration. It also gave him time to think, a limited commodity for the Main Man, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to find his mark anytime soon just by marching up and down the road and attempting to question anyone looking remotely guilty. If he kept this up, he was gonna be coated in piss in no time. He inhaled, taking a deep draw out of the stogie as he rested a meaty hand on his hip, deep in contemplation of his plight and possible resolvement thereof.
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Post by domofudge on Sept 2, 2011 22:35:38 GMT -5
(( OOC: Physics Honors and Hamlet play. That is all I have to say... ))
Shockwave sighed at Lobo. This was not the plan. The plan was to help the bounty, get the prize. This was not what was happening. An alien and two teenage boys doing absolutely nothing productive.
That was all. At this rate, they were already off schedule and doing nothing but running in meaningless circles in dingy alleyways. To top it off, he had to deal with his toddler minded brother.
"Lobo, don't you think we should take a more logical approach to this. Perhaps try to find leads. Evidence. You know, before causing hysterical panic and random nimrods to open fire toward our skulls?" he sighed in exasperation. Jolt laughed in response.
"Are you kidding me? This is amazing," the younger twin replied "we get to beat up people without a valid reason. Well besides the fact that they held up the guns first... Seriously, screw CADMUS, we got this guy!"
"No, Jolt. We have our duty to our father. I say we at least return to some kind of headquarters and plan this out beforehand. On top of that, we still take another look at the house we met Creeper and the dragon in. We still need to check for signs of that thing." he said in a calm and collected manner. He brushed his hands off on his pants and looked up at Lobo. The elder man seemed a little upset himself, but he decided to ignore it for the most part. He roughly grabbed his brother by the shoulder and pulled him along. "Come on, we don't have time for you to be ogling over Lobo like a Justin Beiber fangirl does at prepubescent boys."
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Post by cptdragon9 on Sept 4, 2011 16:26:01 GMT -5
(( OOC: Physics Honors and Hamlet play. That is all I have to say... ))
(overachievers … wait til you get at be my age… course I just hauled in 130 ears of corn yesterday, after a 12 hour shift… So it doesn’t really end folks; the venue just changes…)
The Homicidal Maniac turned to glare at Shockwave, now that the boy had derailed his train of thought. “You tryin’ at tell me how ta do muh job, boy?”
He then smiled at Jolt’s over-exuberant accolades. At least he had one convert to his cause. He might have to do something with his brother, but it was clear that the younger one would jump into the eternal abyss without needing to be shoved.
Then the older boy mentioned the dragon.
Now Lobo did have an obligation Krepta, to keep these kids outta her scales. The easiest way probably would have just to squish the both of them under his shoe and continue on with his search, but the fact that younger hardy boy reject had set him up on so high a pedastle made terminating him just a tad bit difficult. Now the older one was threatening to take that bit of praise away to return back to Krepta’s hideout.
Lobo couldn’t let that happen, and an idea struck him dead center of his forehead. “Kid. Ya gonna let yer brother tell ya what ta do? You gonna let ’im call ya a sissy girl? Stick wid me and you’ll git more fun than ya c’n handle. Plus I might even pitch ya a percentage if we git dis guy. Waddaya say?”
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Post by Krepta on Sept 4, 2011 17:38:43 GMT -5
(( Is it sad I'm jealous of you, Lobo? XD I wish I had room to grow stuff. ))
"Fin' 'if 'ee," Krepta called around a mouthful of cow-hide. With some effort, she twisted and stood up on her hind feet before transferring the cow from her mouth to her front claws. It was a messy job, but someone had to do it, and it would feed her for a good while. She didn't know how much Lobo could eat in one sitting, but she doubted highly that it was any more than her. She grimaced as she secured it by the legs. She was going to need to wash off after this. "Just watch out for the Bounty Hunter, Maurice. Try not to piss him off, no matter what he says. I've already fought him once this week, and I don't want to have to do it again. He's tough, and I've got the feeling he's not all there if you know what I mean. The man would eat you alive." Her wings still ached, but she was sure that he hadn't walked away without some aches and pains of his own. As far as she was concerned, it was a true tie, and she was okay with that.
"Want some BBQ," she asked jokingly as she lumbered back in to the main room. "Gotta dry that meat when it's done, um, draining. Don't want it to go bad..." She trotted over to another corner of the room where an old pipe rested below what seemed to be an old tank. The top had been ripped open to allow rain water to flow in. She loomed up on her hind legs again to pull a rope attached to the pipe, sending a cascade of cold water pouring down over her. The water was cold, but through her scales and her high body-heat, she didn't mind too much, and since the make-shift shower was located all the way on the other side of the room, the fact that there was no drain wasn't too much of a problem either. "Maybe he found those two brats," she growled. "Hope he chased them far away. They're going to seriously hurt someone one of these days..." She shook her head and glared up at the still broken pipe. Better to leave it that way. She didn't need it collecting more water in case they came back. She had been electrocuted enough this week too. "Thanks again, Maurice. I know this can't be easy for you..." She glanced his way and gave a small smile. "I know you hate Gotham and stuff."
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Post by Wolfy T. Twisted on Sept 5, 2011 17:40:44 GMT -5
The dead man toddled after her, taking care not to step in anything the Main Man may have left behind on the warehouse floor. He still wasn't entirely sure if he could catch diseases or not...it had been what, five years?
"I'm good, thanks." Maurice didn't feel like eating. Not in this city.
While Krepta cleaned herself off, Maurice took a seat on the floor and folded his arms on his knees. He tried to imagine what this Lobo person was like. The more he heard, the less he liked him. He felt a knot form in his stomach. Or maybe that was the crappy food they'd eaten earlier.
"I do hate it," he admitted. Maurice fumbled with the tiny knobs on the side of his watch. It hadn't ticked in years, just like him. He idly wondered where the asylum was. Where Crane was. And why people like that weren't just put to sleep. This city had a bad effect on the vampire. It brought out the side of him that pushed folks into traffic. "But I like you more than I hate this city."
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Post by domofudge on Sept 7, 2011 10:14:41 GMT -5
Meanwhile, with Lobo, two boys were faced with the first spark of a feud that sowed signed of growing darker with time. Jolt found himself agreeing with everything Lobo said, a shadow almost seemed to haze his eyes.
"Yeah," he muttered in an almost growling tone "we were born at the same time, who are you to treat me like a kid? That's all you ever do!" The teen was sick of it. He shoved his brother on the shoulder as they stood in the alleyway, his voice echoing among the rats and roaches. "You always hold me back!"
It was his brother's turn to grow furious, he couldn't believe that Lobo was manipulating his twin in this way. "Fine! But you forget why we took upon our jobs. Our duties. Yo go play dress up with Lobo for all I care, I'm finding that dragon!"
And like that, he ran off.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Sept 11, 2011 16:47:00 GMT -5
Well dat didn’t go quite like planned.
It seemed that at least one of the kids was easy enough to get to tow the line, but clearly the other one wasn’t going to play nice. Well, perhaps he could garner this newfound fondness Jolt had with the Main Man into doing some underhanded double dealing.
For now he had to reinforce that first step Jolt had taken towards independence; well at least independent of his sibling. “Cmon, kid. Ya don’t need dat chump.” He then turned and lumbered down the now vacated street. Well maybe not totally vacated. He could still feel eyes on him, but now it was the sensation of fear, not rage or indignation, that permeated the dark alleyways.
It seemed that they meandered about for a while, but in actuality Lobo was slowly looping back to cross paths with the kid’s brother. It was easy for the Czarnian to track the boy, and the kid was making some decent progress, coming uncomfortably close to the dragon’s hideout once again. Oh he was pretty sure that Fang Face could probably at least hold her own against one of the kids, if not out and out eat the little punk-ass pompous jerk right up in two gulps, but he Had promised to take care of her vermin problem and the Main Man was as good as his word.
No matter how much trouble it got him into.
Besides, it seemed he was having some problems of his own. The scent of his quarry, which had been so strong he would have thought the little bastard had been sitting next to him in the bar, had petered out and vanished. Not even a lingering waft of body sweat had remained in the air, as if the guy had stepped through some portal and had been whisked right off the planet. Lobo hoped that wasn’t the case. It would mean that he was stranded on some back water piss ant butt hole of a planet with no means of escaping and no revenue to cash in should he actually find a way to escape. He was beginning to wonder if the squirmy green guy had set him up again, perhaps withholding vital information like the guy was a teleported or something. If he did, Lobo was going to have to make sure that Weasel guy understood that short-changing’ the Main Man was a big no-no.
That was if and when he got off this ass-sucking rock.
For now the obligation to the lizard was more pressing. He finally came across big brother, the kid already skulking his way around the flooded warehouses, trying to find another angle of approach to the dragon’s hideout. Lobo sniffed the air, catching a whiff of Lizard Lip’s distinctive leathery aroma, along with another. Seemed she had more company, and judging from the decrepit odor (more decrepit than the rotting waterlogged surroundings) the second wasn’t quite among the living.
He shrugged. To each his or her own.
He now pointed out Big Brother’s locations to his protégé, the big beefy finger indicating the shadow lurking behind a section of crating. “Lookit dat! Seems da kid’s really gonna try ta cash in. Betcha ‘e wasn’t gonna share it widcha in da first place, huh?”
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