12249/Pumpkinhead

Pumpkinhead
Date of Scene:	27 September 2020
Location:	Upstate New York
Synopsis:	Lobo gets brained by a pumpkin and blows up a truck and glowing girl Hunori get's called buttcheese. Lobo is a jerk.
Cast of Characters:	Hijack, Lobo, Hunori Seong

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Hijack has posed:
Sarah wasn't exactly a 'people person', but when some kids came around wanting to win the 'punkin chunkin' event happening later in the year? Well, even she wasn't so cold hearted to let them down. With a bit of mig welding and some pressurized air cannisters? Sarah had created a canon.

She wasn't about to just hand it over untested to a bunch of kids (well, their parents) and so she got into her truck and drove off to a field not far from Tomkins Cove. Setting everything up and using the truck as an anchor as she ratcheted the straps down. Glancing out to the red hay bale she'd put out quite a ways and adjusted the canon's aim. Even turning on the laser light she'd taped on the canon for just this purpose and to see just how accurate a line up would be.

Lobo has posed:
    There was a streak in the sky. A shooting star? A Russian satellite? The sky-spirit of a dead lion speaking to his son?

    No, as it turns out, it was an approaching alien speeding and rocketing toward the ground at speeds that would be criminal from any earthly craft. Lips flapping, black hair flying in the wind, the Czarnian Death Machine was coming in fast and hot and didn't appear to be stopping for anything!

Hunori Seong has posed:
Follow the big space biker guy...turns out, a lot harder than Hunni had figured. Mostly because she couldn't fly, but also because life wasn't like a video game where you had quest markers or mini-maps....unless you knew where to look!

One troll through searches, social media and such later, the girl in the hoodie jacket and jeans was currently walking the distance from where her uber had dropped her off seemingly in the middle of nowhere, a frown on her face as she peered about for signs at the 'last know sighting'.

Hijack has posed:
Now, of course, gravity being a force of nature and all, she couldn't just aim straight. The damn pumpkin would just eat dirt long before it hit it's target. So she tilted the canon back. Giving herself a nice arc to try to hit the target.

Hunori would hear a deep rumbling before a sort of oddly hollow 'thunk' sound before air hissed, almost sputteringly just over the rise ahead. Sarah stood on the bed of the truck and realized that whatever was streaking through the sky...oh shit. Which she may had said out loud.
"Shit, shit, shit." It could be another mutant! It could be...alright, she had no idea what it could be. But that was a great, if accidental, shot.

Lobo has posed:
    The good thing, was his bike's sophisticated autopilot could take over the instant the rider was distracted, which the rider clearly appeared to be. That massive flaming metal ride continued its streaking descent until it vanished in the tall cornfields. And a fraction of a second later, exploded right out of them as cobs and stalks and even a former scarecrow went flying every which way but loose, and only then did that bike start slowing down, crawling to a stop just a few feet before it hit the pumpkin flinger.

    Sitting atop that bike was a terrifying sight, a powerful figure dressed in what looked to be black leather pants and a black long-sleeved trenchcoat, fingerless black gloves that let his ghost-white fingers poke through(And the nails of course, also painted black), as atop his head was a stiff black stetson with the sides pinned up in a stylish, rockabilly sort of look.

    But of course, the effect was sort of ruined by the bright orange head, and the cheerful 'spooktacular' jack o'lantern face that smiled out to the world. Other than the revving of that hoverbike's engine, there appeared to be not a single sound being made. Not a peep.

Hunori Seong has posed:
Oh! That looked a little too dramatic (and slightly out of control) to be a good old-fashioned shooting star. Promising. Starting off in a jog, the girl's form was engulfed in a bright flare of swirling lights, only her still-moving silhouette suggesting the girl hadn't simply exploded before the lights faded and the differently dressed young woman with noticably glowing blonde locks where brunette had been moments ago found herself running a heck of a lot faster. Sure, she was tailing some alien metal-head...but that rush of power and suddenly being able to move at crazy speeds never got old!

At least she managed not to give an audible 'woo!' as she ran, but the sudden -thunk- of the cannon announcing itself launching a halloween favor had her skidding to a stop.

Skidding just in time to see the familier body and bike coming to a hovering stop. Either the headless horseman had gotten an update or...

"Huh," she muses aloud, making her approach and clearly suffering a little 'think before talking'. "Do aliens know about halloween?"

Hijack has posed:
Sarah pulled herself up as she looked at the scene before her. Immediately registering that the bike was not...well, it just wasn't. What is WAS was incredible and her fingers itched just thinking about what something like that could do. Then she looked at the rider, who was definitely not...well, he just wasn't. Normal. At all. None of this was.

Once she took in the two halves of the whole, Sarah grinned nervously before laughter bubbled up from her stomach and refused to be put down. "Oh god...I'm s- I'm sorry." Holding a hand over her mouth somewhat hysterically. "Are...are you okay?" Which was right when Hunori made one hell of an entrance in that get up.

Sarah's hands went up, laughter drying up quickly as she looked between them. "So yeah, I think this is way over my pay grade and all." Dropping down from the back of the truck. Though, not stupid enough to visibly retreat, yet. She wasn't one to trigger a hunt instinct in animals or people...or whatever these two were.

Lobo has posed:
    He doesn't move for a few moments, beyond waving his hand in front of the front 'dashboard' of his bike and instantly causing the engine to go dead(strangely, despite being 'off' it was still hovering well off the ground), and almost leaning back in his seat. Almost as if to contemplate what just happened.

    Eventually, though, the mess was wiped up, the pieces of pumpkin scooped up in his right hand, leaving his face mostly clean...mostly. There were still bits in his hair and his beard, and some pumpkin goo hanging off the tip of his nose as a thin wobbly strand. Those blood-red eyes were glaring down at the two girls in front of him. The one with the weapon...and a girl he recognized from earlier this night.

    "Aw fraggin' hell, it's you again? Couldn't just leave well enough alone, could ya buttcheese?!"

    With his creative nickname for Hunori out the way, he threw the remains of that pumpkin right at her, which sounds harmless enough, until you consider that with his strength, those still-wet shards were coming at her like shrapnel pieces of a speeding baseball.

    Or, dodgeball in this case.

Hunori Seong has posed:
The movies made it look rather similar, a hover bike just...hovering when it's off. That was usually a wires thing, right? Weird...

This was also about the longest that she'd gotten a look at the thing without Lobo immediately flying off. Ballistic Vegitation will do that to you!

"Hey!"

A pout, a glare, gloved hands drop to her hips and the flaring blonde locks glow intently. "Y-you're the buttcheese!"

Masterful Hunni. Well done.

A clear of her throat she looks back, gaze flicking to Sarah and a grin on her lips. "You just shot an alien out of the sky with a pumpkin...That's kind of awesome! How'd you even manage to aim that sort of..."

Right, she'd seen Lobo trash buildings and filled with bullet holes. Probably a good idea to concerntrate.

Hijack has posed:
Oh yeah, he's not a normie. Neither is 'buttcheese'. The nickname has Sarah snorting laughter, but trying to hide that fact, poorly. This whole thing was just on the wrong edge of surreal for her. All she needed was a crazed rabbit offering her tea. Taking the cowboy hat from her head and scrubbing at her face as if to clear the two of them, unsuccessfully. Hat fixed back in place. Before her pumpkin became a weapon for the second and last time today. Unless the seeds could be used.

This was fine. She would embrace the crazy.

"You're an alien? Explains the awesome bike." Using her chin to gesture to the hovering beast. "Uh, wasn't aiming for him...er...you. I was aiming for the red haybale. You sort of just...flew in the way. You've got...just..." Gesturing to her nose and then to him. "Am I dyin' cause of this? Cause, if I'm dead standin...could I get a closer look before?" She's neither stupid nor suicidal, but if she could get herself on that bike then she may live if they were playing for blood.

Lobo has posed:
    The big man hopped off the bike effortlessly, and was slowly walking toward Hunori in that cool 'slow murder walk' sort of way, but he was stopped in his tracks by the confession of the girl in the stetson. For his part, the Czarnian looked down at her and gave a snort, stroking his chin as he regarded the two of them.

    "So it was YOU, huh? Tell ya what, Freckles, normally I'd be haulin' off with yer carcass, an' makin' a bitchin' pair of boots or kneepads with 'em. But seein' as I like yer hat, an' I'm -tryin'- notta commit genocide azza first time sorta solutional, I reckon I better let ya off with a warnin'."

    Without breaking stride, his right hand sweeps open that black trenchcoat, and pulling out the sawed-off, lever action scatterblaster he got so much use out of. Loading and cocking it with one hand, he took aim right at the general shape of that pick-up truck...and pulled the trigger.

    CH-CH-BLAM!

    A brass-equivalent shell came flying out of the side of that weapon even as he twirled it in the air, and gave the country girl a mean sort of humorless smile.

    "Next time ya go dancin' with Lobo, ya better not go steppifyin' any of his toes, ya got that?"

Hunori Seong has posed:
Fortunately, Hunni wasn't 'playing for blood', she was just following up something she'd seen earlier, this time without bow and arrow wielding backup!

The flying pumpkin collides with the girl, stopping short from hitting her by milimeters with a flare of her barrier. That doesn't stop her from stepping back for a moment, raising her hand in protest.

"Hey, you can't just go around b-"

Boom. Now there was less of a truck behind her and the 'magical girl' was left shielding her face. "Whoa, now that's just rude!"

Her hand comes upwards, a surge of energy crackling between her fingertips. "Hold it right there!"

Hijack has posed:
"Dude, you want a bitchin' pair of boots, you don't use soft leather. You want a gator skin for boots." She didn't even bat an eyelash at the threat to be made into boots or kneepads. Embracing the crazy. It wasn't until he grabbed for the weapon and aimed it at her truck did she really react.

By running at a dead sprint. Sort of towards Lobo, but not really. She had two air pressure tanks, not including the one spent on the initial fire. Can't test an air canon if you don't have air. The rounds hitting the truck and peppering the tanks. Two explosions sound off, leaving a nice shockwave through the grass of the field. Having hit the ground and rolled at something of an angle, she put the big Czarnian between her kinda squishy self and the truck.

Breathing heavily for the shock wave hitting her chest and about 30 thousand tons of adranaline trying to fly through her bloodstream. "The fuck!?" Looking at the girl who called it /rude/ and just knocked her hat up on her head, sitting in the grass. "THE FUCK!?"

Lobo has posed:
    For his part, Lobo protected himself from the explosion by tilting his head down slightly, letting the shrapnel hurl past. His coat flapped backward dramatically from the violent shockwave along with his hair, but soon things settled down again, and the Main Man gave a sneering grin as he reached down to pull some small thin silver discs from his belt, tossing them at the feet of the girls. They were...not explosive, thankfully, didn't seem to do anything but lay there in the grass and the dirt.

    "Spread the word, geeks, Lobo the Bounty Hunter is in yer neck o' the woods for a while, which means fer a limited amount a'time even you backwards Terrans with inferior leather and food spice can enjoy the luxury of the best in this business. Tell yer featheaded friends an' aunties an' various disappointing one-night stands!"

    His sales pitch out of the way, he started making his way back to The Hog, hopping up and instantly it roared to life once more in preparation for another ride.

    "An' remember, if it's a choice 'tween live or dead, dead is always better. An' more convenient fer bounty transportin' purposes!"

Hunori Seong has posed:
Shrapnel should easily tear through the fabric of Hunni's outfit and her skin if it hit her...instead a shower of sparks errupts where the metal fragments hit her. The shockwaves however, still batters her back at least a step!

The silver disks? They missed? Nah, she knew a trap when she saw one. Unless it was a bluff... how frustrating?

She should give chase but...well, there could be space mines on the grass and Sarah was kinda caught in the same blast she was!

Hunni turns, looking to the gifted pumpkin engineer and making her way forwards in a rush of glowing lights and girlish attire.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Hijack has posed:
Looking at the disc and listening to the sales pitch and wondering if anyone else heard the soft ringing as she stood up and looked at the disc. Brushing grass and dirt from her pants. "Bounty Hunter? Hey! At least offer the girl whose truck you blew up a ride home! Awesome bike..." Huffing out a breath, not expecting him to comply as she looked at her truck. "Fuck."

Glancing over at the approaching Hunni and taking a step back. "Yeah, m'fine. You?" Looking at the woman from head to toe with something like incredulity on her face. "This normal for you?" Well, normal was relative these days. Mutants, aliens, she didn't even know to believe half the shit on the news these days.

Lobo has posed:
    If he heard the request, he was probably ignoring it as he blasts off into the sky, setting off for new friends and new adventures! What mischief will he get into along the way? Tune in next time to find out!

    As for the silver discs, fortunately they are not trapped to rigged to explode. But if anyone picks them up, in due time they will play a holographic transmission. What exactly does that transmission look like? The world will just have to find out...

Hunori Seong has posed:
With Lobo fleeing, the two women were left to deal with the aftermath of the shattered car. Now? She crossed her arms over her chest, a little whince and shrug of her bared shoulders. "I mean...Kinda? This is still all new to me and I'm getting the hang of it...I think."

The glowing girl turns, looking back to the wreckage of the truck and exhaling a breath. "But space-goth-biker bounty hunters were kinda...well, today is a strange day."

"I uh...don't have pockets in this. Did you have someone to call for a lift?"

Hijack has posed:
Sarah just stood there for a moment and looked at Hunori and then back to the truck. "Yeah, that about sums it." Shaking her head and walking over to the truck and dropping down onto the ground, hat hooked in a bit of torn metal gently as she shimmied under back end. Looking at the axel, drive shaft, chassi, fuel tank and the rest of the laundry list of stuff that could go wrong in such an event. Luckily, tanks explode outward, not downward.

Sliding back out and sitting there for a moment. "Should still drive. I don't know...maybe call the damn junk yard and see what they've got to replace the bed." Lobo was god damned lucky she was a mechanic or she would be seeing red. Looking over at the glowing woman. "You need a lift somewhere, Mrs. No-Pockets?" Standing and snatching her hat back and fitting it back on her head.

Hunori Seong has posed:
Everything bar 'it should still drive' might as well be in another language for Hunni, and the girl was already bilingual! Still, it was a pretty important take-away.

"I uh..." well, she could run and try to make her way back to civilization, but given she barely knew where she was going?

"I should make sure you get home safely, that's the rules of this whole 'super hero' thing, right?" An excuse she thought good enough, the glowing blonde folds her hands. "I'd hate to find out it broke and dumped you out in the middle of nowhere..."

Hijack has posed:
Rules of the 'super hero' thing? "Yeah, I wouldn't know." Reaching up and dragging off anything from the truck bed and tossing it into the field. She'll come back with another truck later. Now it was time for whiskey and asprin. Sarah just gave a sardonic laugh and shook her head. "Not quite the middle of nowhere. You're about twenty miles outside of Tomkins Cove and about two miles from the Hudson.

Dragging out some more shrapnel and tossing it aside carefully before gesturing to the truck. "Come on, I'll drive you to the garage. You can call someone or I can point you to the 202. Feeds onto the Pallisades." Which leads all the way back to the Big Apple. Looking at her a moment as she hopped into the truck and turned it over, listening. Glancing at her passenger. "Hell, I'm probably better off out here than you are." She knew how to move through ehavy woods and knew the area.

Hunori Seong has posed:
At least the 'glow' had settled a little, so Sarah wasn't going to be driving at night next to some blinding beacon. Changing back kind of ruined the secret identity thing so...well, why not add hitch-hiking to her night of heroic weirdness? The girl moves towards the truck, uncrossing her arms and giving the vehicle one last doubtful glance before piling herself into the seat. The turnover quickly proving her wrong, Hunni smooths her hands over her skirt and offers a little nod.

"Yeah I...don't get out of cities much. It's kinda more metropolitan most of the places I've been."

It'd be a few moments of nervous travel and waiting for the vehicle to crap out (or explode) before the empowered girl would finally relax, turning in her seat to ask the obvious question. "So...why'd you build a pumpkin cannon?"

Hijack has posed:
If Sarah was nervous, she had one hell of a poker face. Left wrist on the steering wheel top and the right on the gear shaft until they got up into the higher gears, fishing out a cigarette and lighting it before rolling down the window. "Y'don't say." Glancing to the woman and chuckling softly. "I'd have never guessed." At least she was trying not to be so hard-lined. Hunori looked to be younger than her, so it softened the edges a bit.

Taking a drag off the smoke and tapping the ashes out the window. "There's an event the town runs every fall when pumpkins are in season. One of the after school groups interested in engineering came out and asked for my help with the mig welder. They want some fancy blue ribbon and my boss wants our name on the side of a canon. Came out to test the welds and the aim." Which was now all blown to shit, so she was going to be busy the next few days.

Hunori Seong has posed:
If the windows worked on her side? Hunni was trying to wind it down. Clearly, she wasn't used to smoking or all that much time around smokers. Everyone had their vices, but hers weren't quite aligned with tobacco clearly. Leaning a little more back towards the now unintentional wind tunnel, the younger woman gives a little nod of her head and gives a little audible 'huh'. Pumpkin throwing? Local events were strange all over the world clearly.

"Not something I would have expected in New York...but I guess this doesn't count as the city, just the state...I think. That's kinda confusing in itself." Off-topic, she's quick to shake her head. "Still, that's super cool that you can make that. Like...a crafting thing where characters make a gun out of scrap, roots and sand or something. Really neat." She pauses, eyes drifting to the road and then the woman once more. "You're...taking all this really well by the way."

Hijack has posed:
"It's small town shit. Like a little fair. Good food, though. Also, yes, this is Upstate New York, we're not the city." Which was why Sarah was here. Glancing at the other woman and shrugging a shoulder when she said that her making stuff was cool. "I grew up on a cattle ranch, you learned how to do what needed doing. Though...I wouldn't try making a gun out of roots or sand." Grinning some.

Her smile seemed to dry up pretty quick when the woman pointed out how well she was taking this. Yeah, being a Mutant tended to steel you to rolling with whatever crazy shit life threw at you. "Could have been worse. Truck can be replaced." Taking another drag and leaning her head back, rolling her neck. She could still hear a feint ringing but didn't think it was anything serious.

Hunori Seong has posed:
"I uh..." Hunni begins, frowning a little to herself. "I still don't know what the big guy's deal is...but I still kind of feel bad about you having that sort of luck..."

A shake of her head, she's left folding her hands in her lap and turning back to the road. Akward moments...she had no idea what to say!

Hijack has posed:
"Some people are just like that." She's met a few in her life. Tossing the cigarette out the window and exhaling the last of the smoke before taking a drink out of a thermos that was set onto of the drink carrier that didn't fit it. "I've had worst luck, trust me. Alien Bounty Hunter...strange fuckin' day." Shaking her head as she pulled into a small, definitely rural town and a few turns later pulled into a mechanic's garage.

Apparently, Sarah didn't mind the quiet and so didn't notice or point out how awkward Hunori was. "C'mon." Unlocking the bay doors and throwing one up with a loud rattling before unlocking the small office way and taking the phone from behind the desk and turning it to face where customers were. Already on her cell and talking to someone named Mike about what kind of trucks he had scrapped with the bed intact. Plucking a business card from a stand and handing it to Hunori, tapping the address on it.