victorvon_doom (victorvon_doom) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-03-08 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event] retro, doom, lobo |
Who: Dr. Doom and Lobo
When: 2010 (Retro!)
Where: Latverian Village
What: Lobo chases a bounty into Latveria. Doom is unamused.
Rating: Lobo is a potty mouth! Bit of violence as well!
One of the rural towns had been half decimated. Civilians had fled and there were a number of injuries, but thankfully no casualties. It mattered not. It was insulting, and the monarch of Latveria tended to deal with things he deemed as insults personally.
He float down from the air, the metal armor clanking heavily as he dropped the last three inches, glaring at the man who was sitting in a half burned barn, smoking a cigar with his boot planted on a body. Neither, Doom realized, was human. The computer within his helm connected and started tracing, and red flashed up that there were no mutant nor alien matches within his profile on this strange, red-eyed, toneless skinned humanoid.
“The only reason you yet live, creature, is that the body at your feet is not a Latverian citizen. Still, you have intruded on my borders with impunity to chase your quarry. I would know why.”
Because he had seen the video feeds from the patrolling bots that sought to keep civilians safe (and they had managed their job well when Lobo had torn through the town). Outright attacking him was, unfortunately, out of the question. Even with his armor, Victor von Doom doubted he could defeat this intruder--not without a number of tricks and knowing more of his weaknesses.
~~~~~
“I don’t give a rat’s ass where I am, who you are, or who this douchebag is, as long as he is who I am looking for, and he is dead, which he is on both accounts.” Lobo ashed his cigar, letting the ashes fall onto the man’s precious planet. Being that he couldn’t die, or at least for long, he really had no sense of survival instinct, he threw himself right into a fight head first. “Furthermore, wise ass, I don’t really think I have to tell you why I’m here. What the hell are you going to do about it, that’s what I’d like to know!” Lobo let the hook fall down into his hand, hearing the clink of the chain it was attached to sound as he did so. The hook got planted right into the bounty’s skull.
~~~~~
The accent was difficult. He frowned, eyes narrowed, but did not flinch in the least or even dip his gaze when the hook fell. Bloody gore such as this disturbed him not in the least. What age had he been when he had bashed that guard’s head open with a rock? It was unimportant now.
“But you understand a thing called territory, I am presuming. This is mine, and you’ve done damage to it and endangered those under my protection here. So I think a few answers to some questions is not too difficult to ask, and I may be able to make your time worth your while.”
Because when brute strength would not work, slyness would. He now looked to the bounty, the twisted face marred by a dark ooze from the embedded hook. “You said this is someone you were looking for and needed to kill, but you do not question his identity, I am assuming you either hunt for sport or this was a task you were set to. Which, might I ask?”
~~~~~
Territory, yeah, that word he understood, and respected, to a point. However, at the end of the day he really just wanted the bounty, he had been chasing the guy for this long, he’d continue to chase him. “I’ll answer questions for as long as I’m smoking this cigar,” Lobo said, looking at the half finished cigar and back to him. “I’m a bounty hunter, I hunt for money, although it is a damn fun sport, I must say. What’s it to YOU?” He wrapped the chain around the body, clearly not stopping anytime soon from getting his man. “If it’s a fraggin’ cut you want.... you can FORGET about it.”
~~~~~
“Hm. Nothing.” Or everything. Bounty hunters were fairly base scum as far as Victor von Doom was concerned. This one in particular seemed the sort that didn’t care what or whom so long as the pay was decent. Which was worse. The sort who was not able to question the morality of what they did. At least a discriminating one could be reasoned with better. “A cut of your money I am not concerned with. I suppose the currency would be useless on Earth, correct?”
The bounty hunter did not seem tight in tongue at least, so he was hoping to keep him speaking while he perused certain arcane knowledge in the back of his mind.
~~~~~
“Well, it’s not totally useless, there are intergalactic banks in certain cities, just gotta know where to go, who to go to, ya know... like anything else in this galaxy pretty much.” Lobo ashed his cigar as he began to load the body up onto the bike. The guy wasn’t stopping him, so he wasn’t about to stop what he was doing. Let him stop him... “You’re wasting my time creepo, what the frag do you want, just to yell at me? I’m the main man, you don’t waste my time or you’ll wind up missing an eyeball or two, got it?” He looked down at his cigar, half finished.
~~~~~
“Wasting your time was not my intention. Sometimes even I have need of bounty hunters, especially for highly troublesome opponents.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Some who might even create a fun challenge for the likes of you.” But in a few months, I would not bet on it. “So allow me to at least send you on your way with a gift.”
The masked face bent some his direction. “Or if not a gift for future business prospects, at least a token that you will leave the rest of my country in peace, without harassing the citizens on your way out.”
~~~~~
“A gift? That sounds more like a bribe to me. You don’t have ta put it nicely in front of me ya know... unless there are cameras all ‘round us...” Lobo looked around slowly, his eyes trying to peek everywhere, up and down, no matter how silly of a location. “Fucking give it up to me already will ya? JESUS you are continuing to waste my fraggin’ time here.....” Lobo realized he didn’t know the guy’s name, not yet, so he motioned to him to give it up. “I’m Lobo,” he finally said, “the last czarnian, main man... I could go on and on.”
~~~~~
“Czarnian?” No, nothing computed in his database, the words scrolling inside the eyepiece of his helm with nothing conclusive. “And I am Doctor Doom. And yes, there are cameras everywhere. That is not a jest here in Latveria.” It really wasn’t.
He looked up as a small robot came wheeling out of the sky, a bottle of spirits in dark green glass being lowered to his metal gauntlet. Glass and metal tinked quietly. “I am not sure our normal Earthly spirits will do justice to your physiology. I could try to enhance it, however, and you can drink it at your leisure. Though if I am to give it to you, I am curious how one might reach you if an interesting opportunity presents itself for a contract.”
He held the bottle there, as though to sweep it away if he were told to shove it.
~~~~~
There really were cameras everywhere? Lobo supposed that he shouldn’t be surprised, after all, he had seen quite a lot in his time, cameras everywhere on the planet was nothing new, although he did want to look up this Latveria later... it had to be in some database somewhere, right?
Somewhere Lobo had a card.... somewhere. it had his contact information on it, because really, while the thought of Lobo with a phone was quite ridiculous, it was also unfortunately necessary for his line of work. After a little searching, he handed the man his card and moved to take the bottle from him. The card simply said:
Lobo
aka The Main Man
and his phone number.
~~~~~
Doom held the bottle, seeing that he was searching in his pockets. While Lobo was doing that, he was humming, a very low thrum. The bottle bubbled slightly, and with a final whisper of sound, he handed the drink to him. “Sip,” he warned. In that, Lobo would find he was not jesting. This bottle was liable to give the bounty hunter a hangover with its magical enhancement.
And more...
He took the card, gave a nod and a step back, the bottle released to the monstrously strong, colorless fingers of the red-eyed alien. He set a hand to his chest, bowing slightly. “Thank you for your cooperation. I look forward to our future business ventures, Czarnian. You will find the path to the West clear for your leave, when you are ready.”
Humbleness did not suit Doctor Doom, so he was hoping he would leave immediately. But he could not betray that. This seemed very much a creature who loved to do the opposite of anything demanded.
~~~~~
Lobo tucked the bottle into a compartment in his bike to be drank later, when he had the bounty safely delivered, all the way to fucking Earth of all places. He definitely wouldn’t sip, Lobo didn’t sip anything! Lobo watched the man bow as he hopped back onto his bike, rolling his eyes, he sure wasn’t doing anything in return like fucking bow... hell no, no way... “Until we meet again asshole...” and with that, Lobo was gone.
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Doom stepped back, watching him go with some satisfaction, the wind blast from the bike whipping his cloak back and forth. Then the armored man started back toward the castle, the servobots already starting to repair the damaged dwellings.
An incoming transmission was mentally accepted by him. “My liege,” a voice sounded in his helm from one of his officials. “That was... uncommonly lenient of you. Why did you stay our initial attack on the intruder?”
“Because he had no magic in his aura.”
“My lord?”
“Have you ever heard of the lore concerning people who visit a fae land, and eat or drink any of the food?”
“I believe so. It’s common in-.”
“A person like that, reveling in the strength that rivals a Kryptonian and taking glee in his rampages and kills... Do you think I would allow him to insult Latveria without taking away what is most precious to him?”
There was silence on the other side of the communication link. Doctor Doom went ahead and filled in the piece for the arms commander, his voice grim with satisfaction. “He’ll drink, arrogant that nothing can hurt him. And he will be inebriated, as he wishes. Then... he’ll weaken. ‘Lobo’ can live out his days incarcerated in his own body, sapped, drained, even the uniqueness of his late species removed. And if he dares cross Doctor Doom again...” He narrowed his eyes.
If... That would be an interesting day. Since there was no telling just how much his spell would affect the unknown alien specimen. But he had other things he needed to attend to, like repairing the huge hole in his security the fiend had created. So much damage in mere minutes. That had to take priority.
Why did aliens have to bother his planet so much?