video;

[finburns]

[The comma turns on to show an upwards shot of a… blue man with fins and gills. And a military vest on. Which is covered in blood. As is his neck. And mouth. The bullet-shaped holes in the vest suggest… well. Bullet wounds. Which is strange because he seems fine and perfectly… blue. He looks down and gives the comm a bland look.]

I've been in

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[video]

[inhisrighthand]

[Have Hellboy, sitting at a bar and clutching a bottle in his over-sized hand. If he could do a proper smile, he would.]

Damn, Abe. You look like hell.

combo......1/3

[finburns]

-Hellboy?

[finburns]

[What... is he... no way can that be him why would he be here...]

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[finburns]

[oh fuck it it doesn't matter he'll take whatever hellboy he can get at this point. Have a little Abe smile, H.B.]

So this is where you were.

[video]

[inhisrighthand]

Not exactly. Come on down to the bar a block from the MAC and I'll tell you everything and buy you a drink, pal.

[He presses a few buttons and the location is sent.]

[permavideo] log/action?

[finburns]

Got it. I'll be there in a few. [Let him just get the blood off his face..,.]

Action!

[inhisrighthand]

[When Abe arrives, it's impossible to miss the hulking form of Hellboy sitting on a stool at the bar, sipping his beer in silence.]

Action!

[finburns]

[Oh look, an empty seat next to Hellboy. That's unexpected. Abe takes it, ordering a beer before speaking.] You're quite popular here, I see. [Oh friendly sarcasm, what would Abe do without you.]

Action!

[inhisrighthand]

You have no idea.

[He motioned to the bartender, who sauntered over to get Abe's drink.]

Welcome to the City. The big face is called the Porter, and the damn thing grabbed me a couple months ago. You're the first friendly face I've seen.

Action!

[finburns]

At least the name's nice. Where were you before it nabbed you?

Action!

[inhisrighthand]

England. You wouldn't believe some of the crap that's happened to me. Guess that goes for you too, huh?

[He rests his head on his hand as he turns to Abe, recalling all the blood when they'd spoken on the comm earlier. Of course, he'd seen Abe survive way worse than that.]

[finburns]

Texas. Got shot five times or so.

[His drink arrives and he takes a sip before setting the glass down again.]

How was England?

[inhisrighthand]

Damn. That's rough. What's it this time? More Alamo ghost sitings or something?

It was nice. Until a bunch of witches tried to make me their king.

[finburns]

A girl with precognition. And Bat-monsters.

How many witches?

[inhisrighthand]

Bat-monsters. Jeez. That brings back memories.

If I had to guess, I'd say about all of 'em in England.

[finburns]

That's a lot of witches.