8906/PowWow

PowWow
Date of Scene:	21 August 2019
Location:	SHOPR-9, Sector 1686
Synopsis:	Drinks are had, words are said, and bounties are collected. All in all a very productive day!
Cast of Characters:	Valkyrie, Lobo, Beta Ray Bill

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Valkyrie has posed:
It's a good day. In one way or another, Bryn has been been "manhunting" for thousands of years. Whether that's choosing the finest warriors as Chooser of the Slain, or gathering manpower for the games on Sakaar, it's a skill set she has a lot of experience with. And that means that given the...currently volatile nature of Asgard, it's a good way to make a living right now.

She's just finished making a drop-off, which means she's flush with cash for a change. And THAT means living it up, to the maximum. So she's currently heading out from the cells, and looking about for wherever she can get a drink the fastest.

Lobo has posed:
    He'd accepted a job to kidnap a princess from a faraway planet. He was looking forward to it, but the distance that would be travelled meant that this would be one of the rare occasions that Lobo would have to plan his journey and the methods he would use.

    He needed the credits for a ship, something just good enough to get him and his bike to the lonely backwoods corner of the galaxy. Because he needed credits, he was doing as many clean-up, bottom of the barrel jobs for Ramona as he could.

    So currently, the albino-skinned terror was stalking through the mall, a couple of big ugly thuggish alien beasts all slumped and unconscious, all with various grievous injuries as they were dragged along the ground via chain over Lobo's shoulder. Some of them may, or may not have, been alive, but that was no skin off the Main Man's various areas! He was pushing past all the shoppers and layabouts, everyone giving the bastiche a wide berth on his journey.

Valkyrie has posed:
    You don't work in this line of work and NOT get to hear stories about Lobo. Let's be honest, even if you're NOT in this line of work, and just living in space, you may have heard of him. So, especially given that she's in a REALLY good mood right now, Valkyrie looks over Lobo's way and gives a call. "Hey, Lobo! Tell me where the best bar is around here and there's a drink waiting for you when you get there!"

Lobo has posed:
    Without skipping a beat, the loud and abrasive Last Czarnian called out over his shoulder, first with an almost supersonic belch, and then with some genuine advice.

    "Well whatever ya do, don't go ta Gus'. That slop shop is fer tourists an' the more geriatric persuasion if ya get what I mean. Down three stories is Hardon Harry's, one 'a them hardonians that don't understand innuendo. He's got a face like a moon crater, but the man knows about drinks!"

    And with that, Lobo made his way toward the salon, but rest assured he was going to be right back down to where his free drink was waiting. In this line of work, that was something to take seriously.

Beta Ray Bill has posed:
They are definitely not the only mighty beings on board.

With Stormbreaker leading his charge, Battlin' Beta Ray Bill arrives on the Hub, landing firmly on the ground hard enough for it to crack. Stormbreaker still in hand, that mighty battle maul ready at any moment to strike down a foe, Bill moves with the discipline of a warrior, glorious red cape moving behind him.

Was there a crack of thunder in the distance?

Nevertheless, Bill finds Valkyrie and Lobo, narrowing his eyes specifically at the latter. "Hail, Valkyrie." From one Asgardian to another (even if Bill was adopted Asgardian)

Valkyrie has posed:
    Good enough for Valkyrie! She'll start on her way down towards Harry's, since she's been tipped off to the right spot...and then she sees Bill. Even if he's not biologically an Asgardian, you can't mistake that outfit. She gives a nod back to Bill, and a quiet correction. "Bryn." With /Hela/ of all people heading up Valhalla, she's less than equitable with her prior job choices.

Lobo has posed:
    Lobo was not dressed like a God or a viking warrior. No, instead he had a black leather cowboy ensemble going. Between the jacket with frills, the similarly frilled black chaps over his faded dark grey jeans, and a broad-brimmed hat shading his blood red eyes, the best bounty hunter in the galaxy looked like he was more prepared for a long trek through the vacuum of space...or looking like he'd already been trekking as evidenced by the bits of frost on the edges of his clothing and in the ends of his handlebar mustache.

    Bill lands, and the Czarnian matches the horse-faced berserker's stare. Moments later he gave a wry smirk, looking between Bill and Bryn, 'Bo shifting his shoulders and causing the entire plethora of bounties to groan in pain as that meant the chains got shifted as well.

    "Nice mallet. Bet you never met a peanut you couldn't get into. I'll see yous two in a few moments."

    And into the salon he went.

Beta Ray Bill has posed:
Beta Ray Bill looks at Lobo with a still and narrowed gaze, before the Czarnian makes a comment about his hammer. "Nor a person." He retorts without hesitation. Though when Lobo leaves, his eyes fall upon Valkyrie as she corrects him with that soft tone of hers.

"Bryn. Forgive me for my misconception." Bill raises a brow at Valkyrie, wondering if she's alright. "Tell me, how have your duties been of late? It is uncommon of me to find another of Asgard out in the vast reaches of space."

Though he does keep his hammer in hand, waiting for Lobo to possibly return and cheap shot him. The Czarnian's reputation precedes him.

Valkyrie has posed:
    Bryn sighs. "They've been...lacking. I don't know what you've heard, but Asgard has not fared well. Odin is dead, that hag Hela has stolen Valhalla..." She shakes her head. "I am dealing with it by getting very drunk. That's where I'm heading now. I'll buy you a drink, if you like."

Lobo has posed:
    Harry was a heavyset creature with sloped shoulders and a face that tended to droop. His species evolved from plant eating bugs that protected themselves by mimicing rocks and boulders. And Harry liked to brag that his skin was harder than any stone, hence 'Hardon Harry'. He never understood why patrons sometimes snickered heavily.

    The bar was an absolute dive, cheap mismatched furniture and low dim lighting that flickered every so often, this was not a place where one came for the feeling of warm safety and family friendliness. No, this was where unsavory sorts came to get hammered, when they were too far away from a place like Knowhere.

    it was here that Lobo eventually sauntered into, no longer wearing much of the cowboy getup, instead he was down to jeans, vest and boots. (and also a veritiable arsenal of weapons on his person, but those were always going to be there it seemed.) He seemed beat up and haggered, but he still looked around ominously, still ready to prove he was the biggest and baddest around.

    After a few moments he spotted the two, and made his way over with that sly grin on his face again.

    "Yeah, this place is like a home away from home. The home I don't visit as much 'cuz of that insect odor waftin' around, but that's neither here nor theer."

Beta Ray Bill has posed:
Bill nods softly to Bryn. "I know. I was saddened to hear of the All-Father's passing. I returned to Asgard to find it has been moved to earth, now known as New Asgard. Thor Odinson, my oathbrother, is King. You have a home there, should you wish it. I know he would be delighted to see you." But when asked for a drink with her, Bill shrugs. "I agree."

Then Bryn leads him into the bar.

It is here that he manages to spot Lobo yet again, and he finds himself surrounded by scum and the occasional officer, most likely. "Charming place, Lobo."

Valkyrie has posed:
    "I've had no chance to speak with Thor." Valkyrie comments, her voice a little quiet. But then, the bar! Just what she needs to drown all these morbid thoughts under a tide of alcohol. She moves up to the bar herself. "Harry! A round for me and my friends, of your strongest!" She calls, and takes one of the seats there. "I am entirely too sober for these topics."

Lobo has posed:
    For his part, as Harry starts fiddling behind the counter and working his bartending magic, Lobo instead reaches across behind the bugman and grabs an entire bottle of stuff that could have been a mix between booze, illegal poison and paint thinner. As he does so, his left hand reaches over and pats the big powerful wielder of Stormbreaker across the back as he looks down and sneers.

    "What'sa matter, geek, this ain't up ta yer fancy Korbinite standards?"

    Lobo was reading the creature's body language and any other day he'd relish proving Bill's apprehension right...but he had to get out of here, he had a ship to acquire and preparations to make.

    "Love as I'd love ta sit down an' have a few brews with ya two, I got some important business ta take care of."

    And with that, the Czarnian was gone, like a bat out of hell. Closer toward his goal of abducting a Tamaranean princess from a skeezy little mudball called 'earth'. That would be fun.