8364/Gambling on Knowhere!

Gambling on Knowhere!
Date of Scene:	17 July 2019
Location:	A gambling den in Knowhere
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Tyran'tar, Grail, Lobo

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Tyran'tar has posed:
    The gambling dens on Knowhere were overflowing. It was race time and everyone was betting on the various races. A couple of places had to serve tennants outside. Tyran'tar was one of them. While Tamaraneans dont normally use clothing, they do wear it to denote status and his own outfit revealed he was a high ranking military officer. He comes to Knowhere on behest of Blackfire to gather resources, soldiers and whatever the high queen wants. on his finger however was a green ring and he looks to it, green eyes glowing faintly.

Grail has posed:
It wasn't her first choice. Not by any stretch. She had plans. Plans that would require her to head somewhere else before long but to go there without a plan was a fools errand. As much hatred as she carried, she was no fool. She needed to find out a few things first. When she walked into Knowhere, she glared around at the crowds. She didn't care for these races or the betting. No, she was looking for something else. For now, however, a drink would do. She has over herself a dark hood with a cloak that goes down over much of her form, leaving only part of legs bare. She pushes through the crowd, easily flowing through.

Lobo has posed:
    For the Last Of The Czarnians(tm), life out in the black could get kind of dull, when there wasn't enough carnage or mayhem to go around. Bounty hunting was a lucrative job, but there were lulls and big stretches of nada going around. (Something to do with various economies of various planets, a whole buncha boring pencil pusher stuff)

    This was why Lobo was currently sat at one of the tables, sat down with his legs propped up on the edge as he flicked a few credits over to the alotted place. Bottle of cheap brew in his left hand, dressed casually in black jeans and some obscure band t-shirt, though even here as he was dressed 'casually', he still had that chain wrapped around his right arm, the ominous hook dangling dangerously as a threat and warning.

Tyran'tar has posed:
    Tyran'tar looks up when his scans picked up a Czarnian. He stands and brings his drink with him. "Lobo, glad to see you not working too hard." He says as he watches the man. "Anything new with you? I may have a job for you if you are up to hunting someone down for my queen."

Grail has posed:
    Walking along, a large alien bumps into Grail and glares down at her. He makes an angry noise and says something along the lines of 'Watch it!' to her before suddenly he lets out a scream of pain. It was fast, hard to spot for most but Grail's foot moved in a quick side kick right to the leg of that beast that put him on the floor, holding his leg and screaming as it sits at an odd angle. Grail continues her path to the bar, near to Lobo's table and drops a few credits, pointing at a bottle and hten waiting as it is brought to her.

Lobo has posed:
    When the big bad tusked bruiser squealed like a little piglet and crumpled, Lobo's blood-red eyes instantly glanced over, and the bounty hunter gave a wolfish grin at the sight and sound. His eyes lingered on the woman who delivered that pain, and he half-nodded at Tyran's suggestion and idea.

    "Sure thing, squirt, ya know I'm one bad bastiche who's always up fer some fraggin'...man, look at this broad. Seems everyone's tryin'ta copy the Main Man nowadays. An' I thought I was original!"

    Lobo made no real effort to disguise or quiet his voice, and as he gave a snort, he pulled out a credstick from his belt(picture a miniature thumb-drive with 50 credits, enough to buy a cup of java on some stations.), and flicked it at the pale-skinned, red-eyed girl.

    "Hey sugarbean, that about enough ta sit on Santa's lap? Haw haw!"

Tyran'tar has posed:
    "I will talk to Blackfire about hiring you. See she put a bounty on her sister and sold her to slavers. She was experimented on and made into a tamaranean with powers. While blackfire underwent the same experiments, she is paranoid her sister will come back to new tamaran and usurp her throne. While I will admit I do not like my queen, it is my duty to serve her interest military wise." Tyran'tar explains as he looks to the woman and chuckles at his comment. "Well Czarnians were popular once upon a time, before you killed them all." He says as he takes a drink of his beer.

Grail has posed:
    The stick hits her arm and lands on the bar. Surely, that smelly oaf didn't mean her? She looks back at him, her red eyes with a slight glow go over her shoulder, much of her face still hidden in the darkness of the hood. She reaches over and takes the creditstick up and looks it over. Slender fingers wrap slowly about the bottle she is delivered before she slides free of her chair. The bottle is raised and she downs it, the hood falling back to reveal black hair, cut in that unique fashion as she downs the entire bottle. The whole time she drinks she walks to the table the pair are at.

Each step is a sway of her hips, each movement a pull and push of muscles as taught as whips and tougher than the steel that makes up cables to hold up a bridge. The empty bottle drops to the table top and then she takes the creditchip up and looks at it. She then looks at Lobo and states, "This is just enough...for you to be allowed to kiss one of my boots."

Lobo has posed:
    Lobo was listening to the orange-skinned man's shpeal, or really, more half-listening as he only half paid attention to the racetrack before them. Eventually, the big man looked over at the man's ring-finger, then up at him, his brow raised quizzically.

    "Hey dude, I don't need the chick's life story. Go ta primitive mudball, kidnap orange chick, deliver to other orange chick, that's good enough fer me...but this don't sound like somethin' the Green Goody Two-Shoes would approve of. What's yer deal, what're YOU gettin' outta this? If yer tryin'ta set up The Main Man, ya got anoth-"

    His diatribe was interrupted by the approaching cloaked woman, and at her words, there was a clicking growl in the back of his throat, similar to a lion but deeper. And then the intimidation factor of that sound was undermined by it turning into a belch, which was followed by the Czarnian tossing that half-empty beer bottle aside and letting it smash against some poor bastard's table. The room was getting a bit quiet, watching Lobo and this new woman with frightened interest.

    "Yeah? Give it here, an' I'll shine it up real good before feedin' it past yer fraggin' teeth!"

Tyran'tar has posed:
    "Green lanterns arent allowed to interfere with their planet's politics. One of our members, Sinestro, Ruled his planet through fear and when it was found out, new laws were made." Tyran'tar says as he watches Lobo. "Yes I am wanting to set up the man who wiped out his own species and lived to talk about it. I am not here as a lantern." He explains as he smirks at the two red eyed people. "He likes you." He says as he finishes his beer and he throws the bottle away in the garbage.

Grail has posed:
    The growl does little to dissuade her. In reality there's a smirk that goes into a wide grin. Especially at his words. Her fingers dig slightly into the table, the material of it groaning ever so slightly as she hmms, "And here I thought that this was going to be boring. Man who wiped out his own species, huh?" She asks and then looks into his red eyes with her own, "Not sure whether should learn more or just rip your head off for thinking you can speak to me like that." She then looks over at the Lantern a moment and then chuckles, "Lanterns...space cops who do nothing." She then looks back at Lobo and states, "So, what do they call you, Man who kills his own species?" SHe hmms and tilts her head slightly, "I go by Grail."

Tyran'tar has posed:
    "Actually we do alot, when it is clear we will win. Otherwise we just stay in our sector of space and whine." Tyran'tar says to the woman and then he looks to lobo. "What I get out of this is I get to tell my queen that I am trying to find her sister. Maybe then she will leave me be and let me do my duties protecting the planet." Tyran'tar says as he sighs as he looks to the two. "Technically Knowhere isnt my sector. I have to appeal to the lantern of the sector to do anything. So if you two want to kill each other and perform a crass mating ritual go ahead."

Lobo has posed:
    "Ya wanna know my name, huh? That's cute."

    Lobo gave a smirking grin to the two sat around him, those beautiful yellow incisors of his glistening in the low lighting. Then he looked away from both of them, simply stroking the handlebars of his mustache as he considered his options. He didn't have long to consider, before speaking in that deep, powerful voice of his.

    "My name is actually SUCK EGGS, SHE-BROAD!"

    In actuality, that was not his name at all. But it was what he yelled as he launched upward to his feet in a punch that was half uppercut and half suckerpunch. True, Grail was fast and speedy, but the Czarnian badass was no slouch himself. If this connected, then she'd likely be airborn, at which point the big man would look at Tyran and extend his hand for a handshake.

    "Yeah ya got a deal. Might wanna make a bubble or whatever it is you Lanterns do ta protect yerselves."

Grail has posed:
    She was fast, and she probably could have done more to stop that fist. However, part of her was surprised at his hubris, part of her surprised at his words, and last, she didn't even think he could hit that hard. She was sent airborne, flipping backwards in the air. Flipping, though, was right. She took the momentum and landed on her feet, hand going up to touch where his fist hit. She rubbed it idly and then looked up at him and chuckled, softly.

"Strange name, Suck Eggs."

    She then rushes forward, not quite using her full speed but she moves fast enough to put those in the race to shame. Her right foot flips up at the last moment to attempt to kick him right in the jaw to return the favor and then as she finishes her kick she simply adds.

"There's my foot, get to shining."

Tyran'tar has posed:
    Tyran'tar takes the hand and shakes it. "Report to New tamaran, and we will give you her last known coordinates. Should make your job easier." He says as he forms a green energy bubble and floats back in time to avoid the kick to Lobo's face. "You certainly got a way with women, Lobo." He says with a smirk.

Lobo has posed:
    The second Lobo sent Darkseid's baby girl flying, he turned and gave his full attention to the off-duty Lantern as they discussed business.

    "Yeah, sounds good, you know the comm frequencies my bike usually uses fer business messages. We'll discuss rates an' the like once I'm done with Grail Garters over he-HKKK!"

    With him distracted, the big kick from Grail connected flush with the Czarnian Bounty Hunter's face, immediately sending him smashing through the racing table and sending him head over heels through the wall with tremendous authority. After a few moments of silence, something under the rubble started to stir as muffled, muted swearing and cursing could be heard from underneath the devastation. He clearly was not happy.

Tyran'tar has posed:
    "I would appreciate it if you didnt mention to Kormand'r that I am a green lantern. Last thing I need is her making me choose between being a lantern or her commander." Tyran'tar calls out as Lobo goes flying. "In the meantime enjoy your foreplay with Grail." He says as he begins to float off, sending a message to Lobo's bike with the coordinate to new tamaran.

Grail has posed:
    People are obviously staring as things are happening. A glare is sent Tyran'tar's way and Grail points at him, "Watch your words, Lantern." She then looks to the hole she made in the wall with Lobo and then shrugs before turning to walk away, idly snatching a drink away from some slack jawed alien staring in surprise and then downing it while Lobo digs himself out.