Big Red in the Park

Summary:
September 17 2014: Jericho comes upon Nancy and Hellboy in Flushing Meadow Park (A Partial Log)

Flushing Meadow Park, not too far from Moontree Manor

A wide open vista bisected by a concrete running and biking path


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"They have schools that just do that sort of thing?" Hellboy says wonderingly. "Man. They must keep it pretty secret. Otherwise everybody who didn't like math would show up." Educational expert, he is not; the demon was raised mostly by research professors and the Air Force. Of the two, the Air Force had a more favorable attitude toward the typical classroom environment.

"Hah! Yeah, Big Red Police Department, more or less," he agrees. "But yeah, government. We deal with paranormal stuff. Ghosts and vampires and the bad kind of god. I think I know one who might be staying around here, and these will let me know for sure."

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Nan closes her eyes, shaking her head as she goes over the snarky comments she's actually not going to say. Bobby is going to get such a pinch! He's turned her all soft and nice, the jerk. He's been rubbing off on her. "Well, you have to audition to get in to Juilliard. Show that you play well enough that you're serious about music."

She looks again to the plants. "Bad gods? You deal with mutants at all?" She flexes her bubble to encase the big guy, wondering what will happen to him. The fact that nothing happens tells her a lot. Not mutant. Not meta. So that leaves magic, technology (doubtful), alien or supernatural. Considering his looks, the last one seems most likely.

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Jericho has the oddest luck sometimes. With the Hydra Virus finally hunted down he's had some time to rest though, and the need to do so since he had a chunk of his life ripped out of him on that mission. He's looking better at least. Less pale. But up he comes strolling down the park path not too far from Moontree Manor when who should he see but… Ugh. Big Red and… Nancy?

"Nan?"

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"Wait, you have to already be good at it before they'll let you into a school for it?" Hellboy objects, squinting suspiciously at the cellist. People have made stuff up about the mundane world to mess with him before, and he's not putting this total stranger past it, either. "That doesn't make a damn bit of sense. School's where you go to get good at stuff."
He is, indeed, totally immune to the effects of her power-dampening bubble. He doesn't even have 'powers,' strictly speaking: he just is what he is. "Mutants? Nah," he answers, putting his hands on his utility belt. "I mean, I've worked with 'em before. And I know some of them do magic stuff, so…"

Then Jericho calls out. Hellboy looks over and sneers — his face seems built for the expression. "Oh, great, this guy," he mutters, voice still loud enough to be heard clearly. His tail starts to twitch.

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Nancy can't help but laugh now. The big guy has a point. "It's a college, not just a school. Colleges are all about getting *better* at something you're already good at. Making you one of the best in the country."
She hears someone calling her name and her smile widens when she sees who it is. "Well! I was wondering when the cat was gonna drag you in. Where the heck have you been? I haven't seen you in over a week!" She then notices Hellboy's reaction to her brother wolf. "I see you've met him before. Don't worry, I used to hate him too. He grows on ya. A bit like a fungus that way."

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Jericho walks over and gives Nancy a hug. "Greenland." Is all he says. It's been a hell of a ride and he kind of looks it. "Hey Red. Trample on anyone's civil rights today?" The words, by themselves, could be biting, cutting, angry. They're not. Almost like Jericho's teasing the big demon. He doesn't have the energy to put any venom into it, nor desire to really try to twist the knife on the big demon. At the same time, he doesn't have the will, seemingly, to not say it. Odd, but he's been feeling off kilter ever since the mission. Like something got disturbed or changed internally.

"Fancy meeting you two here. Are you by to see Rain, perhaps?" He nods in the direction of the large victorian manor.

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"Investigating," Hellboy answers Jericho unhelpfully, his tone edged with the confrontational attitude the hacker hasn't got the energy for. He turns back to Nancy, trying not to let the newcomer spoil his mood. He feels like something's drawing him to the young cellist, although he can't put a finger on what it is yet.

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"College girl, huh?" What education Hellboy has had harkens back to an era when going to a university was unusual, especially for women. Consequently, he's impressed even though he wouldn't be able to pick the name Juilliard out of a lineup of department store shoe brands.

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When Jericho mentions Greenland, Nancy's lips purse in thought. Yeah, she's pretty sure she knows what that is about but this is really not the place to talk about it. Instead, she smirks at Jer's comment and hooks a thumb with her bow hand over at the garden. "Actually, he's been doing the opposite of trampling. Been planting flowers." She looks up at the big guy with a teasing twist to her smile and a flirty twinkle in her eyes. "It's always the big ones that surprise ya, ain't it, hot stuff."

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Nancy too feels drawn to the large demon. He feels nice. Like K'Nert feels nice. Just that feeling like she wants to be around him. She nods her head to agree that yes, she is a college girl, finding the demon amusing. He's not too bright, but maybe that's part of his charm. "So, how do you two know each other? Or have you tried to kill each other before."
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"Red here actually helped me out. And then we got into an argument." Jericho doesn't go into the specifics. The argument had been over Illyana which Nancy at least would understand. "Possible I was being a bit of a jerk. You know, usual MO for me." It's not precisely an apology because he's not precisely sorry. Hellboy got information from SHIELD about someone that SHIELD is watching but really shouldn't be. The legalities of the situation are all over the board. Not to mention the fact that some things just piss Jericho the hell off. Too close to what he's been fighting for over eighteen months now.

That said, Red wasn't actually threatening or unhelpful. Well, okay, he was unhelpful, but not threatening. Not bad for a huge demon. "Nancy, you okay?" Yes, he knows she's a flirt but…

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Hellboy, for one, is too busy being irritated to notice Nancy's flirtation. Or, possibly, he did hear it, but the strong 'does not compute' factor is making him ignore it.

"Yeah, I was helping him, alright. With SNIPERS." The paranormal investigator accentuates the word, his normal muttering breaking into a clear bass rumble that resonates in the gut. "Then his pet parademon found him an escape portal so HE could get away. I jumped through, and he got mad, because apparently his plan was to leave me to deal with the SNIPERS by myself. I'd say 'jerk' is a pretty big possibility, yeah."

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As the situation is explained to her, Nancy can't help but laugh. She starts to put her cello away in its case. "Ah Jer, you and your snipers. They trying to kill you. Again?" She looks back to Hellboy and nods her head to him in a bit of a bow. "Well, thank you for helping my brother. And don't take it personally. He doesn't want anyone going into Limbo. Once he found out if you spend too much time there you get a little… flavoured by it, he doesn't trust anyone there. Mind you, I've been there a few times and I didn't get tainted at all, so maybe I'm just lucky."

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Jericho rolls his eyes. "I'd like to point out that the snipers weren't hurting you, you big baby. If I thought you were in any danger I wouldn't have left you but you'd already taken the worst they could dish out and didn't even burp, so don't be a drama llama." He shakes his head at Nancy. "Well there's also the matter of it being capital D dangerous even for me and I have a flippin passport. This guy, not only does he stand out but the locals notice him, and if the locals do its only a matter of time before one of the more potent Limbo lords do, and Illyana's… previous tormentor is still out there, so I wasn't keen on handing him a weapon or incentive to come nose around more. He's trouble enough as is."

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"Just because I was not in actual danger of being MURDERED does not mean I ENJOY playing thirty-ought-six DODGEBALL!" Hellboy blurts out, fuming. (Not literally fuming, it is perhaps worth pointing out: just angry.) This seems to be the conclusion of his hissy fit. He glares at Jericho in silence for several more seconds, then raises his smaller hand and waves it once, downward, in a sharp, dismissive gesture.

Turning away from the hacker, he asks Nancy, "You've been to limbo, too, huh? Small world." He shifts his wide jaw, then can't resist adding: "I heard the landlady didn't like visitors, but then, I don't really trust the source."

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Nancy is rather amused by this big guy being called a big baby. "So, bullets don't do dick, huh? Good to know. If I ever need to dodge a bullet, find you and stand behind you." She takes a device out of her pocket and studies it for a moment before picking a button on it and pointing it at Hellboy. She seems delighted when it makes a beep. "Sweet! I didn't beam myself up this time!" She slips it back in her pocket.

"The Landlady prefers visitors on her own terms. No surprises. She's my best friend, so she sometimes drags me there. Normally the castle. I'm too squishy, so the lands outside of the castle are a little too dangerous for me." She leans her head to look at Jericho. "And how is K'nert. Gonna have to buy him some Cherries Garcia soon."

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"He's fine. He's about somewhere. I think Red here intimidates him." Jericho nods before peering up at Red. "And yes. She's well enough with Visitors. She just likes to know them before they visit. No surprise, really, since most uninvited guests are hostile. It takes some mojo to get there without her and a lot of motivation to go into a demon infested wasteland. Figures that most of the people both capable and willing might not be upstanding citizen types." The hacker's amber eyes flash - actually flash - at the thought.

"And before you get on your high horse about how it's her choice and not mine, yeah it is her choice and I'm generally pretty happy to let her make it. But she's mine also and I reserve the right to be protective." That might be enlightening to Nancy and Hellboy on several levels, particularly if either are familiar enough with demonic behavior, or Jericho's baseline, to pick up the signs that being so blunt is a bit uncharaceristic for him. The sentiments, perhaps not out of character, but the mode of expression. Battle fatigue? Well… how often can we use that before admitting that something else might be at play?

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Hellboy gets called a big baby more than you might think. It's frequently an apt description.

"Bullets still hurt," he mutters, his tone more whiny than bombastic now. There's no strength to the complaint: standing between squishier people and bullets is sort of a hobby of his, as a matter of fact — thus the initial sniper assist.

"If it makes her feel any better, dropping in was a surprise to me, too," he says. "Not that it wasn't an informative trip." Going with the flow of these situations, he finds, frequently yields useful information. Like Jericho's weirdly possessive behavior: he'll file that away for later, definitely.

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When Jericho claims that Illyana is his, she lets out a triumphant laugh. "HA! I knew it! I knew it!" She points at Jer with both hands. "You two have been all over each other since Prague. Nothing going on my eye! And, no offense Jer, but you are so hers, not the other way around." She acts very much the little sister right now, teasing her big brother about a girlfriend.

"So! Who's hungry. Cause my last class is just an essay to hand in, which I already did. So I'm done for the day."

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Jericho shakes his head indulgently at Nancy. "Don't make me start teasing you about your ice cube. Or were you going to trade up?" He eyes Hellboy for a long moment and then finally sticks his hand out. "There's a hot dog stand not too far from here. My treat?" It's an offer to let it be. They don't have to agree, but they don't have to snipe at eachother. At least… for now.

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"I'm always hungry. Not a big hit at restaurants in the daytime, though," Hellboy answers. He just now starts to notice, sheepishly, how much emptier their area of the park is now than it was before he yelled at Jericho. Whoops.

He glances down at the man's outstretched hand, then at his own; the Right Hand of Doom could practically wrap around a beach ball. He sighs, then answers: "Don't worry about it. I'll get something at home." He's vague about the 'it' Jericho doesn't have to worry about, but his tone has lost some of its surliness. Without even a proper goodbye, he turns to stride back across the park in the direction he came from. But he'll be back soon, to get a look at whatever those flowers have to tell him.

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Nancy sticks her tongue out at Jer when he brings up Bobby. When he suggests she is looking to trade up, she snorts. "Oh, Brick here may be damn fine to look at, but no one is a trade up from my Mr. Ten Below. I'm dating, not dead. I can still appreciate a fine looking specimen of … okay not humanity, but you get my point." Her smile to Hellboy is quirky and playful. "Yeah, sorry if my flirting gave you the wrong idea. I flirt with everyone. Well, except for him. Cause that would be gross," she says with a point to Jericho. "So, no hot dogs? I'm buyin'. Or… you could just walk off. Okay…" She looks to Jer and shrugs. "Did you forget to wear deodorant again or something?"


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