Post by Lobo on Jul 3, 2021 1:52:22 GMT -5
Participating Characters: Lobo Clark Kent OPEN
Forum Location: Metropolis
Time of Day: Noonish
Weather: Fair skies
Thread Location: Centennial Park
Premise: Lobo is back in Metropolis-- and he has decided to try a new career path
The throttles vibrated violently in Lobo's grip as he pierced through the blue atmosphere of the Earth like a knife through cake. His bike and his body were covered in flames and a long trail of smoke and debris trailed behind him as he plummeted at terminal velocity in an inappropriate angle-- no mortal thing could survive a decent like this through any planet that had ozone. Lobo of course was no mere mortal.
Lobo had grown frustrated lately-- his work as a bounty hunter seemed to be hitting something of a dry spell, which was absurd because he was Lobo and everyone needs a Lobo to do their dirty work once in a while. Lately, it seemed people weren't talking about the Main Man the way they used to. They didn't show the respect and fear that he deserved anymore-- no they were talking about losers like Superman and that Green Lantern buddy of his which in itself was stupid because nobody respects Green Lanterns in space. They were the cosmic hall monitors of the universe.
Something clearly wasn't right in the galaxy. So that's when Lobo had an idea... if people weren't going to be paying him as a Bounty Hunter/Assassin/Mercenary/Space Dolphin Conservationist maybe he could try something different? Maybe he needed to refine his image just a touch?
As people pointed up in the sky and began to panic and run from the falling fireball of death descending upon the very heart of Metropolis Lobo checked the scanner on his Hog to start looking for any radio signals being translated nearby-- it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking. He angled his bike and zeroed in on his new target with a sadistic grin.
*****
"Congratulations Bibbo Bibbowski on taking 3rd place in the Metropolis Marathon for Hope today, come on up here and get your medal!" The announcer in his grey two-piece suit spoke into the mic as he stood upon the stage and looked into the myriad of TV crew cameras that were televising the event. This was a yearly celebration in Metropolis that was held to raise money for various charities to help the homeless and disenfranchised in Metropolis. It was a good cause and Bibbo was something of a local hero who managed to make it out every year... so even though he only came in third place for the 5K marathon they liked to make a big deal about giving him the bronze.
"Thanks pal." Bibbo shook the man's hand and took the mic from him as he spoke to the cameras. "You know it's times like this that I'm reminded of what my close personal friend Superman always says..."
"Look up in the sky!" Someone shouted pointing frantically into the air.
"No...no that's not what Superman says, that's what people say when they see him flying..." Bibbo was confused at the interruption before he turned and looked up at where the person in the crowd was pointing and saw the fiery ball of chaos hurtling directly toward him at impossible speed.
"...Oh." Was all Bibbo was able to say as he froze in place unsure of what to do. People began to scream and run in all directions around them certain that their time had finally come and this was the beginning of Armageddon.
Suddenly the fireball seemed to slow down and veer off it's steep angle leveling off just before it could slam into the surface of the stage and come to a sudden and seemingly impossible halt.
As the smoke slowly cleared the image of a long metallic bike with a highbacked seat covered with spikes, skulls, and bone-like decorations came into view-- and upon the smoking red hot space bike that roared like a wild animal with every twist of the throttle sat the Main Man himself, Lobo.
With a wink and a smirk at the crowd of confused humans Lobo jumped off the Bike, which continued to hover in place idling with it's loud engine as the pale skinned alien approached Bibbo who stood trembling with the mic still in his hand. Lobo reached out and forcefully swiped the audio device from his grasp and looked the human in the eye.
"I got it from here Bronze-boy..." Lobo said shoving Bibbo back off the stage as he walked toward the cameras with a big grin. Biibbo fell and landed on the soft grass with a loud thud rubbing his butt painfully as he glared up at Lobo.
"Hello citizens of Earth and mostly the greater METROPOLIS area! I come in peace!" Lobo uncontrollably Snickered and covered the Mic as he looked back at Bibbo on the ground and whispered loud enough for the man to hear, "I always wanted to say that. *SNORT SNORT*"
Lobo was wearing a black leather vest, and pants. His boots were covered in heavy metal shin and knee guards and his wrists had black spiked bracers...it was his usual appearance but secretly he hoped the humans noticed the vest was new. That wasn't the only difference however under the vest he was wearing a blue shirt with a vaguely familiar looking 'S' on the chest. Not particularly majestic or Kryptonian in origin but more like scribbled on with permanent marker.
"I am the Intergalactic Ultimate Bastiche Bounty Hunter formerly known as Lobo... as you may or may not know I am the last of a doomed race, known as the Czarnians... they were doomed because I fragged every last one of 'em pasty faced krollos but let's not worry about semantics people." Lobo spoke as he paced back and forth on the stage addressing the crowed which at this point was too stunned and terrified to run away. Lobo gripped the Mic in one hand and with the other he lifted an obnoxiously large Blaster up in the air gesturing wildly as he continued, "So as the last of my kind and an alien without a planet... I have decided it's time to forcefully adopt this dirtball world full of scuzzballs as my new home!"
Lobo fired a couple of celebratory shots of red hot plasma into the air-- which caused the crowd to scream and finally start to run panicked, pushing and trampling each other as the blaster bolts exploded like fireworks from hell showering down crimson sparks on the scurrying masses.
"That's right puny meatbags of Earth... you're new savior is here!" Lobo tossed the mic to the side and grabbed the lens of the closest camera in front of him and pulled it right up to his face as he leered into the lens.
"You can call me Superbo! The Main Man of Steel."
Forum Location: Metropolis
Time of Day: Noonish
Weather: Fair skies
Thread Location: Centennial Park
Premise: Lobo is back in Metropolis-- and he has decided to try a new career path
The throttles vibrated violently in Lobo's grip as he pierced through the blue atmosphere of the Earth like a knife through cake. His bike and his body were covered in flames and a long trail of smoke and debris trailed behind him as he plummeted at terminal velocity in an inappropriate angle-- no mortal thing could survive a decent like this through any planet that had ozone. Lobo of course was no mere mortal.
Lobo had grown frustrated lately-- his work as a bounty hunter seemed to be hitting something of a dry spell, which was absurd because he was Lobo and everyone needs a Lobo to do their dirty work once in a while. Lately, it seemed people weren't talking about the Main Man the way they used to. They didn't show the respect and fear that he deserved anymore-- no they were talking about losers like Superman and that Green Lantern buddy of his which in itself was stupid because nobody respects Green Lanterns in space. They were the cosmic hall monitors of the universe.
Something clearly wasn't right in the galaxy. So that's when Lobo had an idea... if people weren't going to be paying him as a Bounty Hunter/Assassin/Mercenary/Space Dolphin Conservationist maybe he could try something different? Maybe he needed to refine his image just a touch?
As people pointed up in the sky and began to panic and run from the falling fireball of death descending upon the very heart of Metropolis Lobo checked the scanner on his Hog to start looking for any radio signals being translated nearby-- it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking. He angled his bike and zeroed in on his new target with a sadistic grin.
*****
"Congratulations Bibbo Bibbowski on taking 3rd place in the Metropolis Marathon for Hope today, come on up here and get your medal!" The announcer in his grey two-piece suit spoke into the mic as he stood upon the stage and looked into the myriad of TV crew cameras that were televising the event. This was a yearly celebration in Metropolis that was held to raise money for various charities to help the homeless and disenfranchised in Metropolis. It was a good cause and Bibbo was something of a local hero who managed to make it out every year... so even though he only came in third place for the 5K marathon they liked to make a big deal about giving him the bronze.
"Thanks pal." Bibbo shook the man's hand and took the mic from him as he spoke to the cameras. "You know it's times like this that I'm reminded of what my close personal friend Superman always says..."
"Look up in the sky!" Someone shouted pointing frantically into the air.
"No...no that's not what Superman says, that's what people say when they see him flying..." Bibbo was confused at the interruption before he turned and looked up at where the person in the crowd was pointing and saw the fiery ball of chaos hurtling directly toward him at impossible speed.
"...Oh." Was all Bibbo was able to say as he froze in place unsure of what to do. People began to scream and run in all directions around them certain that their time had finally come and this was the beginning of Armageddon.
Suddenly the fireball seemed to slow down and veer off it's steep angle leveling off just before it could slam into the surface of the stage and come to a sudden and seemingly impossible halt.
As the smoke slowly cleared the image of a long metallic bike with a highbacked seat covered with spikes, skulls, and bone-like decorations came into view-- and upon the smoking red hot space bike that roared like a wild animal with every twist of the throttle sat the Main Man himself, Lobo.
With a wink and a smirk at the crowd of confused humans Lobo jumped off the Bike, which continued to hover in place idling with it's loud engine as the pale skinned alien approached Bibbo who stood trembling with the mic still in his hand. Lobo reached out and forcefully swiped the audio device from his grasp and looked the human in the eye.
"I got it from here Bronze-boy..." Lobo said shoving Bibbo back off the stage as he walked toward the cameras with a big grin. Biibbo fell and landed on the soft grass with a loud thud rubbing his butt painfully as he glared up at Lobo.
"Hello citizens of Earth and mostly the greater METROPOLIS area! I come in peace!" Lobo uncontrollably Snickered and covered the Mic as he looked back at Bibbo on the ground and whispered loud enough for the man to hear, "I always wanted to say that. *SNORT SNORT*"
Lobo was wearing a black leather vest, and pants. His boots were covered in heavy metal shin and knee guards and his wrists had black spiked bracers...it was his usual appearance but secretly he hoped the humans noticed the vest was new. That wasn't the only difference however under the vest he was wearing a blue shirt with a vaguely familiar looking 'S' on the chest. Not particularly majestic or Kryptonian in origin but more like scribbled on with permanent marker.
"I am the Intergalactic Ultimate Bastiche Bounty Hunter formerly known as Lobo... as you may or may not know I am the last of a doomed race, known as the Czarnians... they were doomed because I fragged every last one of 'em pasty faced krollos but let's not worry about semantics people." Lobo spoke as he paced back and forth on the stage addressing the crowed which at this point was too stunned and terrified to run away. Lobo gripped the Mic in one hand and with the other he lifted an obnoxiously large Blaster up in the air gesturing wildly as he continued, "So as the last of my kind and an alien without a planet... I have decided it's time to forcefully adopt this dirtball world full of scuzzballs as my new home!"
Lobo fired a couple of celebratory shots of red hot plasma into the air-- which caused the crowd to scream and finally start to run panicked, pushing and trampling each other as the blaster bolts exploded like fireworks from hell showering down crimson sparks on the scurrying masses.
"That's right puny meatbags of Earth... you're new savior is here!" Lobo tossed the mic to the side and grabbed the lens of the closest camera in front of him and pulled it right up to his face as he leered into the lens.
"You can call me Superbo! The Main Man of Steel."