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 Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:17 am
Whatever.
::heads to the door::
Just spread the word. Our friend's on the prowl.
::heads out::
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:21 am
::Lois finishes writing and watches Bigby leave::
No wonder everyone stays away from him. He's downright rude and unfriendly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:24 am
His wife was attacked by an unknown assailant, and he ain't got a damn clue who it is any more than the rest of us. I ain't exactly the president of his fan club, but I'd cut him a bit of slack.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:27 am
Still... it's no excuse to growl at me. I'm just trying to HELP!
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 1:49 pm
-It had been a while, but the long unheard sound of a Harley rumbled up to the bistro's parking lot. The engine cut, kickstand was dropped and motorcycle was parked. Booted feet clicked across the ground as the short, feral mutant made his way to the main doors. A trail of cigar smoke followed behind as he pushed the door open and took a step inside. A few sniffs were given, and blue eyes gazed back and forth, looking at the setting he hadn't stepped foot in for some time now.- Hmm.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:00 pm
*raises an eyebrow as Logan enters.*
Logan. Thought I smelled cheap cigar smoke. Been a while...
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:01 pm
*gates in covered in dust and dirt with small pieces of debris caught in his clothes and hair*
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:08 pm
Jesus, Cho. You look worse for the wear. What the hell happened?
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:10 pm
And I smelled that cheap cologne of your's when I pulled up. -Takes a slow drag off the cigar, and smirks.- Yer right, it's been a long time.
-With that, he begins walking towards the bar and shrugs the shoulder strap of the small duffle bag he had hung over his shoulder. He tossed it on the floor next to the bar counter, and made his way behind it to get himself a beer.- It the same ol' same ol' these days? -He asks as he cracks it open and takes a sip.-
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:11 pm
Kate kinda just blew up the Wayne Manson in an attempt to stop Larfleeze.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:15 pm
Well, we've got a mystery assailant prowling around the nexus, Snow White is in critical condition, Batwoman's blowing up mansions and, last I saw, your ol' pal Creed was a super-powered zombie.
So yeah, same ol' same ol'.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:18 pm
Excitement never ends, eh? -Flicks the ashes of his cigar in an ash tray and leaves it there, to put his attention all on the beer. He takes a long slow drink of his beer and sets it down.- So Creed's a zombie, eh? -Mutters under his breath- How many times I gotta cut that guy's head off...?
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:18 pm
With any luck, just one more time. Ain't seen him around for a while, though.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:27 pm
Well, if he's still got a nose on him, he'll figure out I'm back in town. He'll come out again. -He holds a fist up, and pops his claws dramatically with a resounding SNIKT!- And when he does... I'll finish 'em off. Fer good.
-He retracts his claws and takes another long drink of his beer, finishing it off.- Other than that, anything I can do to help with the current drama?
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:31 pm
If I think of anythin', I'll track you down. Got a real shortage of people 'round here who I can trust.
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