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tushanshu_logs2013-04-06 10:07 pm
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Characters: Hellboy and YOU!
Date: April 1st through the 6th
Location: All over the place.
Situation: Hellboy wanders around trying to be useful.
Warnings/Rating: None.
As signs of sickness settle over Tu Vishan, Hellboy finds himself getting more and more agitated. There's not much he can do about the dying trees in Wood, or the black mold that creeps and consumes the Water Sector like a death shroud. The place is literally falling apart around him, and he's feeling pretty damn helpless to stop it.
Meanwhile, the office he opened in the Metal Sector sits empty. He's already gotten into a few tiffs over rent with the guy he leases it from. Money is tight, and everybody wants more of it. But agreeing to pay a higher fee will keep the guy off of his ass for now, at least until he runs out of money. Or until he decides to close the place down.
So that leaves him pretty much broke. But worst of all, it leaves him sober. Two years spent chained in the bottom of the ocean taught him he really didn't need to eat or drink to survive, but hell if he really even wants to think about that. He doesn't want to think about a damn thing. But having no money to waste on liquor doesn't leave him with a whole lot of options.
And what does Hellboy do when he can't metaphorically run from his problems, you ask? He does it literally, of course. So here he is, trudging his way across Keeliai, looking to stumble upon people who might actually know how to fight this environmental disaster and offer help if they need it. But most of all, he's just looking for a distraction.
Feel free to swing by the office in the Metal Sector; the one with the sign above the door that reads "Paranormal Investigation". Or you can find him wandering around the most diseased parts of the turtle. After several days of traveling, he'll wind up down by the exposed shell of the turtle's edge, looking out toward the sea. The mainland is a hulking grey ghost lurking on the horizon, drawing nearer by the hour. There, he lights one of his last cigarettes and waits.
Date: April 1st through the 6th
Location: All over the place.
Situation: Hellboy wanders around trying to be useful.
Warnings/Rating: None.
As signs of sickness settle over Tu Vishan, Hellboy finds himself getting more and more agitated. There's not much he can do about the dying trees in Wood, or the black mold that creeps and consumes the Water Sector like a death shroud. The place is literally falling apart around him, and he's feeling pretty damn helpless to stop it.
Meanwhile, the office he opened in the Metal Sector sits empty. He's already gotten into a few tiffs over rent with the guy he leases it from. Money is tight, and everybody wants more of it. But agreeing to pay a higher fee will keep the guy off of his ass for now, at least until he runs out of money. Or until he decides to close the place down.
So that leaves him pretty much broke. But worst of all, it leaves him sober. Two years spent chained in the bottom of the ocean taught him he really didn't need to eat or drink to survive, but hell if he really even wants to think about that. He doesn't want to think about a damn thing. But having no money to waste on liquor doesn't leave him with a whole lot of options.
And what does Hellboy do when he can't metaphorically run from his problems, you ask? He does it literally, of course. So here he is, trudging his way across Keeliai, looking to stumble upon people who might actually know how to fight this environmental disaster and offer help if they need it. But most of all, he's just looking for a distraction.
Feel free to swing by the office in the Metal Sector; the one with the sign above the door that reads "Paranormal Investigation". Or you can find him wandering around the most diseased parts of the turtle. After several days of traveling, he'll wind up down by the exposed shell of the turtle's edge, looking out toward the sea. The mainland is a hulking grey ghost lurking on the horizon, drawing nearer by the hour. There, he lights one of his last cigarettes and waits.
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It's a windy late afternoon as he makes his way across naked shell, his hooves scraping for purchase where the surface is worn smooth. The ocean is still another day's walk, but the breeze smells deceptively like the sea, sweeping at the heavy folds of his duster.
The man crouched with his equipment in the middle of the desolation is the first person he's seen in the last several hours. Most people don't bother to leave the city. Especially now, with Keeliai sickening all around them. Everyone's turned their focus and their resources inward.
That was exactly why Hellboy had to leave, had to get away from the tension building in the streets and clear his head. And maybe he'd find something in the meantime.
At the man's greeting, Hellboy raises his own hand in reply. The left one, for reasons Bruce may notice as he approaches, since the right hangs heavily, seemingly carved from massive stone at his side.
The guy looks like he's fallen on hard times. Haven't they all, these last few weeks. Especially the Foreigners. But he looks even more hard-pressed than most. And he has no idea what that equipment is.
"How's it going?" He asks when he gets a little closer, gazing curiously at the device in his hand.
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He notices the other hand hanging heavily, notices everything, really, but doesn't comment on it. His palpable wariness is the normal wariness he has upon meeting anyone. Bruce absolutely hates discussing his monster and assumes someone else wouldn't want to have something like that brought up, either, so he doesn't. He's here for a reason and he's doing that.
There's a notebook balanced precariously in his lap, his free hand taking down careful, neat columns of numbers in black pen from the device's screen. He doesn't stand, just looks up at Hellboy and gives a nod back in greeting. It's a very reserved sort of nod, but not unfriendly.
"It's alright. I'm rechecking some data points I got earlier." He's not sure how interested this guy would be, so he doesn't elaborate-- most people are fairly put off to have technobabble spouted at them with little warning. "I'm... uh, I'm surprised to see anyone else out here."
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"Yeah," he breathes, swallows. His mouth is dry from battling his cigarette craving, and his last two mock him from his jacket pocket. But he's smart enough to save them, and glad for the distraction. "I'm headed for the ocean. Just getting a feel of how bad the damage is out this way."
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"I haven't been here long, so I'm a little... wary to go out too far. But I'll have to at some point. I'm trying to get a sense of the, the extent of the corruption, too." He gestures down to the supplies at his feet.
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After spending two years in chains at the bottom of the ocean, you'd think it would be the last place he'd want to be. But it calls to him, pulls at his bones with longing, dark and deep. It's the type of longing that wormed its way into the hearts of old sailors, of those who have lived and suffered the ways of the sea, and have seen her secret mysteries.
O, Stormy, he is dead and gone...
His tail lashes slightly behind him, and he frowns at the echoes of memory. Gone, but not forgotten. This is exactly what he doesn't want to think about.
What he wouldn't give for a drink.
"Don't try heading out to sea and you'll be fine," he says, his gaze drifting back to the man. He nods at the device and notes piled on the ground. "Find anything?"
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"Nothing new, just confirming what I already found. I'm getting some weird readings around here, but they're so subtle I'm not sure if it's mechanical or human error, or actually significant." His voice gains confidence and quickness as he talks about the technical, much more at ease with it than regular socialization.
"To make a long story short, I'm testing the mass density of the turtle. Irregularities might indicate the spread of the corruption."
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Sure, ask any kedan and they'll say the turtle's sick. But sick isn't very specific. It's hard to tell what stories of pointing fingers at the Foreigners are true, or if it's all just speculation in the first place. Sometimes people just need something to blame. Hellboy knows that better than most.
He just wishes there was something he could do about it.
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This is actually a lot for Bruce to say at once, who is naturally a taciturn person. He stops, gathering himself again, swallowing. He realizes he doesn't even know who (or what) this guy is, but he's always felt that information like this should be public, and shared.
He finishes his thought with, "What it does mean is that the sickness could be due to some sort of-- of cancer. I don't know, turtle biology isn't my area. But my current data would support it."
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It's about then Hellboy realizes they never made a proper introduction. He's pretty used to being instantly recognizable, so it's a habit he's still getting used to.
"Guess I haven't introduced myself yet. The name's Hellboy," he says, offering the guy a left-handed handshake. It's awkward, but when your right hand is ten times the size it should be and made of stone, you learn to use the left for obvious reasons. "You knew around here? Can't say I've seen you around."
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"Bruce Banner. I am new, not even a full week yet. I just, thought I'd jump in feet first with researching. I'm used to looking for impossible answers." It's a drastic understatement, because if anyone knows how to be undaunted at difficult to answer questions, it's Bruce. This one he thinks he might even find an answer for, unlike his own questions, which he has a thousand of. But Tu Vishan is a mystery more easily solved than the Hulk, as seen by the fact that he already has made a little bit of progress on it.
"What do you do around here?"
"Knew" That sure was a typo
and I sure was super late... sorry for the delay!!
"What does... paranormal investigations do? Is that what you do at home?" He can't help but be curious. The fact that he has no frame of reference for the idea as a legitimate profession, and not a hoax, means he's interested in the answer.
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The Bureau was pretty good at keeping things quiet. People talked, sure, but even then most people took the stories with a dose of fantasy. There were some people in his world that even thought he was some kind of hoax despite seeing him all over the news. But people had their own ways of coping with things they couldn't quite wrap their heads around, and that's fine by him. Denial was probably a better state for most people.
But here, they aren't most people. Not with the things that have happened. You can't really ignore something like zombies falling from the sky, or the entire city being invaded by poltergeists. You had to prepare for it the best you can.
"Yep," he replies, nodding. "It's exactly what it says on the tin. We go to places people report having weird crap going on, check it out, and take care of the problem if we can."
A odd smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, hardly recognizable with his strange, angular features. "Don't worry. It's a hard thing for people to wrap their heads around even where I'm from." And the sciency types always seemed to have the hardest time with it.
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"I'm, well, I'm wrapping my head around it, I just don't know anything," he says with a slight laugh, running a hand through his hair. He's not embarrassed to admit his shortcomings. "There's... a little of this at home, but it's not-- occult.
"What do you usually investigate? I'm guessing not just ghosts."