Third Omen ♛ [Action || Voice]
[A demon walks into a bar.
Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, right? Thus goes a day in the life of Hellboy. After his mission to scout out the barrier failed miserably, he's been quite the ray of sunshine. But at least he knows better than to share his foul mood with others if he can help it. Today, it just can't be helped. He needs a drink, and tonight he wants to indulge himself in the luxury of sitting indoors for a while.
When he enters the bar, he's caked with dust and smells like the sea, along with probably a whole factory of dry-roasted peanuts. And since he's treating himself, he orders a pitcher of the most interesting-sounding specialty beer they carry. Then, he seats his immense bulk in a booth just out of the way, drinking and listening in on other people's conversations.
If anyone dares to speak to him, they'll find him far more open and honest than his usual self. But to many, he's still a stranger, so not like they'll know the difference. He sure hasn't noticed yet. And when he does, he'll probably just blame the beer.
When he gets tired enough of that, he'll throw a question out there to the journals.]
So tell me about this war.
[No, he didn't do his homework. He'd rather hear it first-hand anyways.]
Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, right? Thus goes a day in the life of Hellboy. After his mission to scout out the barrier failed miserably, he's been quite the ray of sunshine. But at least he knows better than to share his foul mood with others if he can help it. Today, it just can't be helped. He needs a drink, and tonight he wants to indulge himself in the luxury of sitting indoors for a while.
When he enters the bar, he's caked with dust and smells like the sea, along with probably a whole factory of dry-roasted peanuts. And since he's treating himself, he orders a pitcher of the most interesting-sounding specialty beer they carry. Then, he seats his immense bulk in a booth just out of the way, drinking and listening in on other people's conversations.
If anyone dares to speak to him, they'll find him far more open and honest than his usual self. But to many, he's still a stranger, so not like they'll know the difference. He sure hasn't noticed yet. And when he does, he'll probably just blame the beer.
When he gets tired enough of that, he'll throw a question out there to the journals.]
So tell me about this war.
[No, he didn't do his homework. He'd rather hear it first-hand anyways.]