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Who: Abe and Open
What: Arrival!
When: Saturday night
Where: In front of Captain Scratch's Seafood Emporium
Rating: PG-unless the welcomer has a dirty mouth!
Status: Open, Incomplete
One more case, Manning had said. One more case and the director promised he would stop begging them to return. It was in the area, it was double the commission, and (most importantly) it would save lives. He, Hellboy, Liz, and Johann had begrudgingly agreed. One more case.
Unenthusiastically they'd walked through a Dublin sewer system. Wasn't it always the sewers? Even in Ireland, they were in the sewers.
Abe was usually the logical one. But perhaps he was still reeling over the princess' death. Or perhaps it had been too long since he last was in a pH balanced body of water. Maybe one two many times napping in a bathtub had finally taken its toll. But when the portal opened, a portal not at all mentioned in the report Tom Manning had provided with his shaky sweating hands, Abe's common sense abandoned him causing him not only to near the swirling soup of colliding universal mass but enter into the oblivion not knowing where it would take him.
It was calling to him. He sensed a calm askance of favor to have Abe join the universe beyond the distortion. It was so kind, so intelligent a presence. And beyond that presence he sensed nothing but community, belonging. It was everything he yearned for, really, but had let bitterness shoo away. And even Hellboy's yells didn't register as important as whatever was on the other side.
He passed through the portal with purpose arriving in his black body suit and respirator (having forgone his goggles for the more utilitarian contact lenses that kept the moisture in his eyes. His own design.
He blinked vertically, his nictitating membrane sliding quickly over his eyes a couple of times to clear them of any fog. He looked back realizing too late what he'd done. The portal was no where in sight, now. The normality behind him made him question whether it had been there at all or whether he had lost his memory and gotten lost in the woods.
There was a clearing very nearly ahead of him and he came to it immediately smelling the scent of breading and fish. Abe wasn't apposed to eating water dwelling creatures. Quite often he found pleasure in shrimp and other bottom feeders. It was instinct for a larger fish to eat a smaller fish, after all. But the smell was something terrible. It was a combination of fishes and batters no longer fresh but stale from a days worth of business.
And though he didn't technically breath from his nostrils he did smell with them and he covered them now with the back of his gloved hand with a grunt of dissatisfaction. The sign glowed above him in neon lights and blinking animated jumping fish, Captain Scratch's Seafood Emporium.
"Of course," he said to himself. "Very amusing." He looked up as if he were blaming the universe on its shrewd sense of humor. This universe he'd so confidently walked into was already discrediting its claim of perfection.
What: Arrival!
When: Saturday night
Where: In front of Captain Scratch's Seafood Emporium
Rating: PG-unless the welcomer has a dirty mouth!
Status: Open, Incomplete
One more case, Manning had said. One more case and the director promised he would stop begging them to return. It was in the area, it was double the commission, and (most importantly) it would save lives. He, Hellboy, Liz, and Johann had begrudgingly agreed. One more case.
Unenthusiastically they'd walked through a Dublin sewer system. Wasn't it always the sewers? Even in Ireland, they were in the sewers.
Abe was usually the logical one. But perhaps he was still reeling over the princess' death. Or perhaps it had been too long since he last was in a pH balanced body of water. Maybe one two many times napping in a bathtub had finally taken its toll. But when the portal opened, a portal not at all mentioned in the report Tom Manning had provided with his shaky sweating hands, Abe's common sense abandoned him causing him not only to near the swirling soup of colliding universal mass but enter into the oblivion not knowing where it would take him.
It was calling to him. He sensed a calm askance of favor to have Abe join the universe beyond the distortion. It was so kind, so intelligent a presence. And beyond that presence he sensed nothing but community, belonging. It was everything he yearned for, really, but had let bitterness shoo away. And even Hellboy's yells didn't register as important as whatever was on the other side.
He passed through the portal with purpose arriving in his black body suit and respirator (having forgone his goggles for the more utilitarian contact lenses that kept the moisture in his eyes. His own design.
He blinked vertically, his nictitating membrane sliding quickly over his eyes a couple of times to clear them of any fog. He looked back realizing too late what he'd done. The portal was no where in sight, now. The normality behind him made him question whether it had been there at all or whether he had lost his memory and gotten lost in the woods.
There was a clearing very nearly ahead of him and he came to it immediately smelling the scent of breading and fish. Abe wasn't apposed to eating water dwelling creatures. Quite often he found pleasure in shrimp and other bottom feeders. It was instinct for a larger fish to eat a smaller fish, after all. But the smell was something terrible. It was a combination of fishes and batters no longer fresh but stale from a days worth of business.
And though he didn't technically breath from his nostrils he did smell with them and he covered them now with the back of his gloved hand with a grunt of dissatisfaction. The sign glowed above him in neon lights and blinking animated jumping fish, Captain Scratch's Seafood Emporium.
"Of course," he said to himself. "Very amusing." He looked up as if he were blaming the universe on its shrewd sense of humor. This universe he'd so confidently walked into was already discrediting its claim of perfection.