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Post by Krepta on Mar 3, 2012 12:24:54 GMT -5
Krepta backed away as soon as the twins were in Lobo's grasp. Her eyes were still wide, distant, and she seemed to have slight problems breathing. She stepped back a few more paces and flared her wings. "I'll... be back, Lobo. I need to clear my head. I... might be a while." She didn't give him a chance to answer, instead, she threw herself back into the wind backwinged into the sky and was off without looking back.
She knew Lobo probably wouldn't be happy with her decision, but she couldn't be there right now. She needed to be anywhere else but there. For once, she wasn't worried about what he'd do to the two punks in her absence, because whatever it was, it was probably better than what she'd do to them. Maybe-- maybe she'd just go gather some supplies and cool her head a bit before coming back. Yeah, that sounded best.
Not really thinking about where she was headed, the dragoness, a brilliant scarlet in the light of the rising sun, winged her way further down the bay and back to the docks, heedless of her sudden visibility in the morning light. She was only intent on doing what came second to her skill in fighting-- she was running away. The shame of the event weighed heavy on her heart, but she could see no other option.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Mar 6, 2012 5:34:36 GMT -5
Lobo watched with winged reptile sail into the sunrise. He lacked the empathy, but even he could sense there was something wrong with the lizard; but since she wasn’t spouting blood or showed any physical damage, all Lobo could do was chalk it up to “one of those female things” and leave it be.
Besides he had two young men to terrify.
He had leaned in close over their shoulders, the overwhelming b.o. nearly as frightful as his visage as he grumbled. The only thing that probably saved them from a proper knee-capping was the mention of waffles. His stomach had answered with a growl of its own, nearly as horrible sounding as the gargling snarl from his lips. “Waffles, huh? Fine. Yer payin’.”
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Post by domofudge on Apr 15, 2012 4:21:22 GMT -5
Luckily, all three of them were in the city. After Shockwave stepped aside and took a few shaky breaths to prevent himself from crying (near death exoeriences tend to do that), they ventured off. And being in the city, finding a cheap diner for some waffles wasn't all that hard to do.
When Jolt was a regular, human child, he had always imagined spending his teen years playing football and making out with hot chicks. Yet here he was, spending said teen years in the most bizarre scene to ever take place. Beside his brother in a matching makeshift super hero outfit, he was eating waffles with Gigantor and begging a waitress - who should have retired by now - not to panic. Eventually, Shockwave took over this situation, calming her down with his vast vocabulary and ability to bore anything to death. He rolled his eyes watching Shockwave pull an "Oprah Winfrey" on the older woman, reassuring her that all would be well. "Geez, when'd he hit menopause," the younger twin thought to himself.
He gazed toward the menu, then up toward Lobo, how the he'll was his allowance going to pay for this guy?
"What are you gon' get?" he asked.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Apr 16, 2012 0:45:54 GMT -5
It might have been comical seeing the Czarnian wedged into the booth, the wood frame groaning, threatening to buckle if Lobo so much as sneezed. He currently had the menu brought up to his nose as he tried to focus those glowing piggish red eyes on the tiny font. ‘Course he couldn’t read English, but he could pretty much determine what was on the menu by the pictures.
He finally finished combing through the fold out listings before setting the laminated menu down. “I’ll take it,” he grunted, pleased with the offerings. Of course if what was served didn’t match the mouth-watering pictures, there might be a little bit of a problem.
For now he picked up the cup of coffee. He tried sipping from it, but after trying to wrap his lips around the ceramic rim, he gave up and just chucked the cup down his maw, taking a moment to chew, grinding the heavy mug into a silica paste before swallowing, then picked up the pot that sat on the corner of the table and drained it in two swallows as well, washing down the remains of the coffee-flavored ceramic appetizer.
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Post by domofudge on May 5, 2012 15:06:13 GMT -5
"Take what?" Jolt internally screamed, watching in horror as Lobo literally swallowed down the cup. Hoping that the waitress was at least half as terrified as he was, he raised his hand and ordered one of everything in hopes that Lobo's size would be enough to make the meal free. By the looks of how the waitress trembled, he figured his hypothesis wasn't too astray from the truth.
Shockwave returned to sit down next to them, still hesitant to speak with Lobo after the events that had happened not too long ago. The elder cleared his throat, after all, there were many questions that needed answering.
"Lobo," he sighed "tonight has been a long night. I know, as a group, we aren't necessarily on good terms, but we all want something. We need the dragon to keep our jobs as well as our father's, that dragon wanted freedom... But that still leaves you. I don't mean to pry, but why are you helping her?" Taking in all the information he had at the time, he had a feeling that Lobo owed Krepta something big. He figured that it had to be something fairly large, especially considering that Lobo didn't seem like the kind of man to keep most of his promises. Yet even if he did get his answer, many questions still remained. Why did the dragon seem so scared of herself seconds before what he thought was his demise? Why was Jolt still so keen on remaining friends with Lobo? And most importantly, why did CADMUS want this dragon?
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 13, 2012 22:46:30 GMT -5
Lobo seemed reluctant to answer, at least on an empty stomach. That was quickly remedied as the waitress brought armloads of plates laden down with each and every selection they had on their menu, and then some. It was by consensus of the kitchen staff to keep the monster well fed and hopefully they would remain alive and in one piece for their efforts.
At least the bounty hunter seemed to enjoy his repast as he tucked into the meal, slurping and munching and smacking his lips as plate after plate were cleaned off in quick fashion. He did pause for a moment, sniffing at the drink they had brought him to wash it all down with. “What’s dis?”
“Root beer… sir,” the waitress had meekly replied.
Another sniff and the monster shrugged his shoulders before guzzling the pitcher down. He then belched so loudly that the windows rattled. Content with the taste of the brew, he lifted the now empty jug to hint that he would like another.
This went on for nearly half an hour, the stack of dishes mounding higher and higher as more food was brought to keep the monster sated. It seemed that the question had been long forgotten, but after a final deeply-foul belch followed by Lobo rubbing his arm across his lips, leaving a smear of fat and ketching smeared along the length of the limb like a smear of blood; he leaned back and patted the extended stomach. “Moolah,” he replied as if there had been no gap between the question and the reply. “She’s payin’ me at guard ‘er, and th’ Main Man Always keeps ‘is word.”
As he propped his feet on the table, he began picking his teeth with the tines of a fork, flicking semi-masticated bits of food across the room, the gobs of egg and toast sticking to the wall.
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Post by domofudge on May 22, 2012 21:32:15 GMT -5
Moolah, he says? Now that gave Shockwave an idea, though that is to be expected of the smarter twin. Of course, he knew that paying Lobo money wouldn't be an option considering what their allowance was. Nothing. However, he figured that the odds were more in their favor with this new information. "I didn't get an A on that persuasive essay for neat handwriting," he noted to himself, "the worst that could happen is that he turns me down". He scooted closer toward his brother and the gigantic beast, hiding his anxiety behind a cool faced facade. "Do you really think a homeless dragon with a temper problem actually has any money to pay you?" the boy asked, stoic expression on his face, "she cheated us. She's going to cheat you too." The elder teen felt proud of himself, remembering that this was why it was so easy to talk his brother out of trouble. Unfortunately, said brother had decided to speak up.
"With where our Dad works, we can get you more than that!" he blurted out, his brother giving I'm a look that screamed,
"Jolt, you idiot, we aren't Bruce Wayne!" Jolt inched away from his twin in his seat, giving him a brief, sheepish smile. Shockwave let out a sigh.
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 29, 2012 22:21:22 GMT -5
Lobo had shoveled the fifth Denny’s special down his maw then gave a wet thirty second belch before replying. “Dragons ‘s always got loot. Everybuddy knows dat. Besides I cn‘t go back on muh word. Th‘ Main Man always keeps ‘is promises. Besides, if she breaks her word, then I c‘n always use ‘er pelt at cover muh expenses.”
He now leveled that demonic gaze on the boys. “So what did th’ flyin’ handbag cheat youse fer?”
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Post by domofudge on Jun 14, 2012 16:29:11 GMT -5
The boy tried to remain calm, putting on the best poker face that he could. He supposed that "now" was the best time to regret never learning how to play poker to begin with. Sighing with a feigned tone of distress, he slumped over to lean on the counter in front of him.
"Well," he started, thinking of what words would make them look better, "me and my twin work for our Dad's company. We have to. It's all super-sciencey genetics, medicine involved, the works. So we get hired, we have to take her in since they want blood samples and what does she do? She gets one of Shock's childhood heroes to kick our behinds cause she's afraid of not being all powerful anymore. Cracking the genetic stuff in different beings can help a lot of people, but to her it means not being the only one who can spit fire." Jolt smiled to himself after his little fib, patting himself on the back subconsciously. He planned to rub his intense, new lying skills in Shockwave's face later.
Of course, the teen was still ridiculously nervous. If Lobo caught on to the fact that CADMUS wasn't a medical facility, that they had planned to keep her in their custody or that it was their fault the Creeper had attacked them, he was pretty sure they were dead. Possibly literally. He could definitely see Lobo smashing his face into the pavement.
He looked over at his brother, wondering if he should have left the lying to the boy who got scholarships in middleschool. Throat dry, and palms sweating, he figured that he could ask for help later. After all, he had a truck sized alien to trick.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 18, 2012 4:29:58 GMT -5
Lobo wasn’t some sort of doe-eyed rube. He knew the kid was lyin’, especially watching him sweat as those eyes rolled everywhere but into the Czarnian’s face. Definitely a lie, but as to What the kid was trying to cover up was a mystery. Oh he could have mangled a limb or two to get his information, but vanity still stood in the way. He liked his little cheering squad and he had a feeling that their devotion might waver just a bit if he squished them into a meat- basketball.
It was funny, but he could see the leather handbag’s side of things. He sure as hell didn’t need another one of him buzzin’ about and takin’ all his fun away. But again he didn’t want to lose his fan base, so his crossed those beefy arms across his chest. Maybe he could play this to his favor. It sure would beat having to tromp all of this dirtball looking fer trouble. Not when these kids could bring him right to it’s doorstep. “That ungrateful throw rug. She shouldn’t be so greedy. Tell ya what; you take me ta yer Dad and we’ll see what kinda deal we c’n strike up.” Of course he had no intention of striking a new deal, not when his current obligation would conflict. In fact he planned to use the kids to help find the lizard’s enemies and make quick work of ‘em.
Then he could get paid and hopefully find a way off this goober-infested planet.
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Post by domofudge on Jun 19, 2012 18:28:51 GMT -5
Oh. Hell. No. Jolt wasn't prepared to pull in their father into the kind of work they did. Honestly, their father was nothing but a nerdy wimp in Jolt's mind. Worried that the alien might smash their old man into the floor, he scrambled around his mind for ideas. The two of them weren't even supposed to return without the dragon or evidence of its death anyways; returning with Lobo would just be asking for trouble. Realising that he should have left the thinking to his elder, more cunning twin, he spun around in his chair frantically to face him.
"So, Shocks. What do you think about that?" he asked, trying not to sweat or stutter, his voice already at a pace just a tad too fast. His brother glared at him with an unspoken irritation, once again having to pull him out of another situation.
"What is it this time?" he asked, "I wasn't paying attention, you have to tell me what you said to get yourself in a knot this time". Shockwave rubbed his temples, already exhausted from the earlier events. As the sun rose higher, so did his desire to pass out on the diner counter.
"Lobo wants to meet Dad."
Clang. Shockwave bashed several utensils off of the island with his elbow as he jolted upward in his seat, eyes widened with a sudden awareness. Shocked - no pun intended - he glared even harder at his twin. Looking up at Lobo, he crossed his arms, already suspicious at the turn of events.
"Why?"
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 24, 2012 16:46:38 GMT -5
Shockwave’s question prompted the juvenile reply reminiscent of an eight year old or a Czarnian intergalactic bounty-hunter. “Why not? You ashamed of yer Paw? ‘Fraid ‘e won’t measure up ta da Main Man’s specs?” Of course Lobo could tell that the kids weren’t bein’ totally truthful. For one they were both sweatin’ heavy, rivets beading on their pasty little brows. Big tell-tale sign. He could very well call them on their attempt at deception, heck he could just squish the duo and be done with the whole thing, but the idea that somebody out there was rounding up DNA to make their own little army didn’t sit well with the big guy, mainly because it meant yet more competition to get in the way of his profits.
Yeah, he was gonna hafta nip this one in the bud before it bit him in the ass; but the only way he was going to put a kink in their plans was to find them, and since he didn’t have a clear scent to hone in on, he was going to have to rely on the kids. So no squishing, not yet. Besides that whole idea of having a couple of flunky fan boys doggin’ his heels still appealed to that overblown ego of his.
But he still had to have his own fun as well. “Look, if ya want muh help, I gotta meet yer bosses. I’m quite sure we c’n come ta some kind of arrangement.,” and he smiled at the duo with as pleasant a smile that he could muster, filled with great big horrid green teeth and a breath that actually made some of the decorative wallpaper peel off the basecoat….
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Post by domofudge on Jun 25, 2012 17:31:04 GMT -5
Unfortunately, while Shockwave was generally the more levelheaded twin, his pride tended to get in the way of his common sense. This also included the way he felt about his brother and father; Lobo’s comment did not sit well with him. Before he could stop himself, he stood up, glaring into the Czarnian’s face with a scowl. “You don’t talk about my father that way, no matter how much muscle you have on you! I am not ashamed of him, don’t you dare even begin with that!” he snarled, a low rumble growing in his throat as his hands balled into fists. He did everything for his father and he wasn't about to let some Point-Break metalhead belittle the man he looked up to the most. He wanted to punch the alien with a passion that couldn't be quelled, but knew in his mind that it would do him more harm than good. Concerned, Jolt placed a hand on Shockwave’s shoulder as a signal to calm down.
The elder twin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, heeding to his younger brother’s warning. When he was calm, he reopened his eyes and pointed a finger firmly in front of Lobo’s face. A new, unafraid fire burned in him as he said gently,
“We’ll take you to headquarters and to see our father. But, one sign of funny business and I will not hesitate to electrocute you into cardiac arrest”. Lowering his hand, he turned back toward his brother, silently nodding. It was a mutual symbol of reassurance they gave to each other often, simple and subtle, yet effective.
And without further discussion, the boys began to lead the alien to the last place they should have.
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jun 29, 2012 4:24:15 GMT -5
It must have seemed quite the grouping, the two boys and their oversized over-muscled alien nanny escorting them down the sidewalks of Gotham proper. Lobo had a shit-eating grin on his face (not that he was apt to eat shit, but one never knew the dietary requirements of a rogue Czarnian) as he continued to take in the air of ambiance the city had to offer. He even peered into displays and paused at sales carts to glance over items for sale. Window shopping as it were.
In short? Still not impressed.
What he had been impressed was the way the kids stood up to him. Even quaking in their little Boy Scout shoes, they confronted his challenge, defending their father, and in turn took the bait; leading the homicidal bounty-hunter right to his quarry. At least the kids hadn’t backed down from him, and in the Main Man’s book, that earned them each a Brownie point.
Pity they were dumb as a sack of rocks.
Even now the alien monster debated on how he was going to dispatch the dragon’s arch nemesis. It was clear that the kids were not the problem, but this company they worked for. Not that he would begrudge anybody an honest day’s pay; it just happened to cross his current agenda, and that mean he had to remove the obstacles. No hard feelings, of course; but it Had to be done if he was to honor his agreement to the flying leather handbag.
He had to wonder, if briefly, where Did the dragon go? Not that he had that much of a concern that she couldn’t defend herself, though why these two rug rats had vexed her so he couldn’t quite comprehend either. All she had to do was snap those jaws and pop both their head like overgrown zits and she would have been done with the problem. In either case it was clear that if he was going to soothe the reptile’s troubles and get paid for His troubles, he was going to have to clean house.
And these kids were leading him straightaway to that very house….
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Post by domofudge on Jul 3, 2012 16:36:03 GMT -5
Down past dirtied alleyways, cheap twenty four hour restaurants and dewed grass patches awaiting for the dawn to morph into mid-morning, the two boys led him. They stopped in front of what appeared to be a small, family-run dentistry. A quick glance to be sure the streets remained empty and the boys stepped forward. Peeling back what seemed to be part of a windowsill, Shockwave gently pressed his thumb against the top part of the opening.
Beep.
A door opened up on the wall to their left, letting out a cool breeze, leading them to an almost too-white corridor. Shockwave kept his eyes locked onto Lobo, glaring with a mistrust and uncertainty. After all, his father's job and his younger twin's safety was at risk for this. He kept a close eye on the Czarnian, prepared to attack if necessary.
The plan was simple: let Lobo enter the premises and ask a few questions, turn Lobo around onto a wild goose chase and continue the search for Krepta. If all went down the toilet, he would have to take violent measures. The thought in itself was a little disconcerting, considering Lobo's immense size. While neither of them were unskilled in athletics, they certainly didn't have biceps that could crush a car. "I need to think of careful tactics," contemplated the elder teen, pacing slowly after the alien and his brother. Clack. Clack. Clack. Their steps echoed through the hall, the hidden passage way closing behind them with an airtight click. "If he tries anything I'll have to play dirty," thought Shockwave, "aim for vital regions, use his mass or the mass of the building around us against him".
Jolt glanced toward his brother; he knew that look anywhere. That was the look Shockwave made whenever he had to pull the younger out of trouble. After giving his brother a quick, apologetic smile, he faced upward.
"So, big guy," he smiled, "what's your plan when you talk to the big ol' boss or Pops or whatever?"
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