It had two horns like a lamb, and spoke like a dragon [arrival]
Characters: Hellboy, who is newly arrived, and you - please speak to me in chat before threading, to keep coherence to his entry.
Time: Late Night, Feb 24th;
Location: Streets of Chicago, no specific location beyond reply's choice.
Content: Hellboy just had more of his complex bloodline explained. Then he came to New York. Today? Today sucks for Hellboy.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Spoilers for up to Hellboy: The Wild Hunt (Volume 10), all over the place.
Sitting there, staring at the sword in the stone -- THE Sword in THE Stone -- Hellboy could feel nothing but weary. So tired; Alice had nearly been killed, Morgan le Fay was his only connection to his human mother, and she wanted him to take the sword in the place of her long dead son, Mordred.
If the one crown wasn't heavy enough, they said that he would wear another.
He sat on the stone bench and looked at it for a time -- heavy, bronze, nothing like what you see in the movies, and all the more real for it. Finally, he rose, shaking off his dread, and headed for the stairs. He'd see how Alice was doing, and maybe figure a way out of this mess without pulling anything out of any rocks, anywhere.
But the door didn't open to the castle; no, he felt a sudden chill, a blast of cold winter air -- freezing Chicago winds and God knows what else. He stumbled, slipped on sudden, unexpected ice, and then caught himself.
"Wha-- what the--?"
He was pretty sure this wasn't Le Fay's doing -- no, no. She wouldn't portal him back to the states willy-nilly. She needed him in England.
But he knew the Chicago skyline; he'd been here many times over the years. Exhaling, his breath misting on the night air, Hellboy gazed at America-- a place he hadn't been in years-- and wondered just what new twist his already warped life had taken.
"Aw, crap."
Time: Late Night, Feb 24th;
Location: Streets of Chicago, no specific location beyond reply's choice.
Content: Hellboy just had more of his complex bloodline explained. Then he came to New York. Today? Today sucks for Hellboy.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Spoilers for up to Hellboy: The Wild Hunt (Volume 10), all over the place.
Sitting there, staring at the sword in the stone -- THE Sword in THE Stone -- Hellboy could feel nothing but weary. So tired; Alice had nearly been killed, Morgan le Fay was his only connection to his human mother, and she wanted him to take the sword in the place of her long dead son, Mordred.
If the one crown wasn't heavy enough, they said that he would wear another.
He sat on the stone bench and looked at it for a time -- heavy, bronze, nothing like what you see in the movies, and all the more real for it. Finally, he rose, shaking off his dread, and headed for the stairs. He'd see how Alice was doing, and maybe figure a way out of this mess without pulling anything out of any rocks, anywhere.
But the door didn't open to the castle; no, he felt a sudden chill, a blast of cold winter air -- freezing Chicago winds and God knows what else. He stumbled, slipped on sudden, unexpected ice, and then caught himself.
"Wha-- what the--?"
He was pretty sure this wasn't Le Fay's doing -- no, no. She wouldn't portal him back to the states willy-nilly. She needed him in England.
But he knew the Chicago skyline; he'd been here many times over the years. Exhaling, his breath misting on the night air, Hellboy gazed at America-- a place he hadn't been in years-- and wondered just what new twist his already warped life had taken.
"Aw, crap."