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Oct. 3rd, 2005 04:23 pmjamjarShe asked for Lobo and Vril Dox.
Oh, Vril. Toppiest of all tops in DCU, though not in this (sadly gen) fic.
"Fuck you, fuckin' bastich! You’re gonna have to offer me a lot more than to get me back on your payroll." Lobo dropped the L.E.G.I.O.Naire recruit over the edge of a cliff.
Vril Dox frowned and gestured to one of the floating platforms hovering around him to catch the member. Letting Lobo kill too many L.E.G.I.O.Naires would only make him even more arrogant, and it served Vril best when Lobo was kept firmly down. Perhaps he should share one carring his prototype forcefields to protect the L.E.G.I.O.N.aire casualties, but no. Better to have them protecting him, since he was more of a target and far more valuble besides. "Technically, you were never off. As I recall, I never released you from our bargain."
"You--" Lobo charged, bounced off the forcefield, tripped over one of the moaning bodies and crashed into and through the wall. Lobo shook his head, stepped on one of the fallen L.E.G.I.O.N.aires and started swinging his chain. "Ya told me to--"
"I told you to go away. I was merely suggesting you take a short break. A sabbatical, to rest while you--" the chain smashed against his forcefield, causing it to flicker. he frowned and adjusted the controls.
"You said you never wanted ta see me again, you sonuvvabas--"
"Please, a statement of personal feeling does not equate to a broken contract. No-one that meets you ever wants to see you again; that does not mean that your contracts with them are--"
"Yarghhh!" Lobo gave up attacking with the chain and charged headfirst. Vril set his personal floating platform to go higher, just out of reach.
"Lobo, if you're going to insist on being difficult about this, then I want you to do one thing for me first." Dox looked at Lobo, arched his fingers together and smiled. "I understand you spent quite some time on Earth, in one form or another, and I want you to tell me everything you can remember about a particular inhabitant of Earth. I believe her name is Anita Fite, or Empress..."
"No!" Stealth moved forward, starting to put her body between Lobo and himself, Vril noted, before consciously stopping. Possibly a side-effect of her attraction for him? Something that could be used later, perhaps. "You-- for the love of every god on every world that ever exited, why?" And there was that familiar looks of distrust and rage, along with the frustration that must come with arguing with someone who was, almost inevitably, right.
Vril smiled. "I believe you know the answer to that. It hasn't changed since the first time we had this discussion. With creatures like Lobo, it's far better to keep them on a short leash where you can see them, rather than having them running loose." Vril waved Lobo down the corridor. "The administration office is down there. You'll be assigned pay, subject to docking to recover the cost of enforcing our contract. Remember, any damage done to Accounting will also be taken out of your pay." Vril rested his hands behind his back and watched Lobo march off. It'd be good to keep accounting on their toes. He had reason to suspect at least three of the senior accountants were growing complacent enough o think of embezzling, and Lobo could be a very effective deterrent.
Stealth was still staring at him as he started to walk to his quarters. ""He's a psychotic--"
"He’s useful, and I know how to deal with him."
"How? How can anyone deal with--"
"Knowledge is power," Vril said. "I merely had demonstrate my knowledge to Lobo, and encourage his understanding of certain facts."
"Such as?"
"Oh, understanding of universal political structure, effective hierarchy and how it relates to personal geography." Vril entered his room, turning to face her and block her entrance, and hit the lockbutton on the door. "I just had to remind him who was on top."
Oh, Vril. Toppiest of all tops in DCU, though not in this (sadly gen) fic.
"Fuck you, fuckin' bastich! You’re gonna have to offer me a lot more than to get me back on your payroll." Lobo dropped the L.E.G.I.O.Naire recruit over the edge of a cliff.
Vril Dox frowned and gestured to one of the floating platforms hovering around him to catch the member. Letting Lobo kill too many L.E.G.I.O.Naires would only make him even more arrogant, and it served Vril best when Lobo was kept firmly down. Perhaps he should share one carring his prototype forcefields to protect the L.E.G.I.O.N.aire casualties, but no. Better to have them protecting him, since he was more of a target and far more valuble besides. "Technically, you were never off. As I recall, I never released you from our bargain."
"You--" Lobo charged, bounced off the forcefield, tripped over one of the moaning bodies and crashed into and through the wall. Lobo shook his head, stepped on one of the fallen L.E.G.I.O.N.aires and started swinging his chain. "Ya told me to--"
"I told you to go away. I was merely suggesting you take a short break. A sabbatical, to rest while you--" the chain smashed against his forcefield, causing it to flicker. he frowned and adjusted the controls.
"You said you never wanted ta see me again, you sonuvvabas--"
"Please, a statement of personal feeling does not equate to a broken contract. No-one that meets you ever wants to see you again; that does not mean that your contracts with them are--"
"Yarghhh!" Lobo gave up attacking with the chain and charged headfirst. Vril set his personal floating platform to go higher, just out of reach.
"Lobo, if you're going to insist on being difficult about this, then I want you to do one thing for me first." Dox looked at Lobo, arched his fingers together and smiled. "I understand you spent quite some time on Earth, in one form or another, and I want you to tell me everything you can remember about a particular inhabitant of Earth. I believe her name is Anita Fite, or Empress..."
"No!" Stealth moved forward, starting to put her body between Lobo and himself, Vril noted, before consciously stopping. Possibly a side-effect of her attraction for him? Something that could be used later, perhaps. "You-- for the love of every god on every world that ever exited, why?" And there was that familiar looks of distrust and rage, along with the frustration that must come with arguing with someone who was, almost inevitably, right.
Vril smiled. "I believe you know the answer to that. It hasn't changed since the first time we had this discussion. With creatures like Lobo, it's far better to keep them on a short leash where you can see them, rather than having them running loose." Vril waved Lobo down the corridor. "The administration office is down there. You'll be assigned pay, subject to docking to recover the cost of enforcing our contract. Remember, any damage done to Accounting will also be taken out of your pay." Vril rested his hands behind his back and watched Lobo march off. It'd be good to keep accounting on their toes. He had reason to suspect at least three of the senior accountants were growing complacent enough o think of embezzling, and Lobo could be a very effective deterrent.
Stealth was still staring at him as he started to walk to his quarters. ""He's a psychotic--"
"He’s useful, and I know how to deal with him."
"How? How can anyone deal with--"
"Knowledge is power," Vril said. "I merely had demonstrate my knowledge to Lobo, and encourage his understanding of certain facts."
"Such as?"
"Oh, understanding of universal political structure, effective hierarchy and how it relates to personal geography." Vril entered his room, turning to face her and block her entrance, and hit the lockbutton on the door. "I just had to remind him who was on top."
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Date: 2005-10-03 06:02 pm (UTC)This is quite fun, though. Oh VRIL. (And I'd almost say poor Lobo, but...LOBO. Poor rest-of-the-L.E.G.I.O.N. *g*)
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Date: 2005-10-03 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-03 08:45 pm (UTC)(Oh Vril, you manipulative bastard.)
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Date: 2005-10-04 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-04 03:29 pm (UTC)