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Aɴᴜɴɢ ᴜɴ Rᴀᴍᴀ ♕ Hᴇʟʟʙᴏʏ ([personal profile] histruename) wrote in [community profile] 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.
angermanaging: (γ the apocalypse)

[personal profile] angermanaging 2013-04-11 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I haven't been out there yet," he answers with more visible interest. Since it seems like he's stopping to have an actual conversation, Bruce carefully sets the hand reader down on top of his notebook and pen on the smooth, crackled shell before rising to his feet. He's a little achy from crouching for too long, and might as well use the chance to stretch his legs.

"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.
angermanaging: (science γ and the ones we hail)

[personal profile] angermanaging 2013-04-14 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce notices the frown and the tail lashing, eyes drawn to it from pure curiosity, and realizes that there's more behind his opinion on the ocean than he's saying. But if he doesn't want to talk about it, he's not going to pry, and he nods in acknowledgement.

"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."
angermanaging: (glasses γ I tried reaching out)

[personal profile] angermanaging 2013-04-22 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I couldn't tell you the definitive cause from what I have right now," he responds, "but if these readings aren't due to error, then there's some sort of tumor inside the turtle. Though I hesitate to use the word tumor, because I don't know what it is, exactly, just that there's pockets of differing density from the expected norm."

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."
angermanaging: (γ I'm waking up)

[personal profile] angermanaging 2013-05-04 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
There's a moment's hesitation not just for the fact that it's left-handed, but because Bruce generally doesn't like to touch people. He gives into the courtesy, though, not wanting to be rude, and offers a brief handshake. It's not tentative, despite the fact that most people would probably be at least a little reluctant; it's just reserved.

"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?"
angermanaging: (16)

and I sure was super late... sorry for the delay!!

[personal profile] angermanaging 2013-05-19 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"I heard about the, uh, zombies," he says, looking visibly uncertain what to make of it all yet. Bruce's previous experiences with the unbelievable all had to do with what was inside of him, and briefly, recently, with Emil Blonsky exhibiting the same symptoms; all of this is a little beyond him, and it's requiring adjustment.

"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.
angermanaging: (γ I had nothing to give)

[personal profile] angermanaging 2013-05-26 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce is adjusting pretty well, in that he's not incredulous of anything he's heard in a way that truly doubts that it's possible, he's just exasperated with how little sense it all makes. The universe is meant to be consistent, and this is anything but. It seems like every person here operates on a different set of rules, and it means he can't predict or understand anything except on an individual, case by case basis. He's had this frustration with his own mutation for years, but having it suddenly crop up everywhere makes him a little long-suffering.

"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."