Take Back the Bean Mission Thread!

[notthatjason]

Characters: Everyone Listed Here
Time: Night Time
Location: Various points around Millennium Park
Content: Vampires, thralled humans, battles and cursing.
Format: Prose or action is fine, stick to your teams unless you are a special case and you probably know who you are.
Warnings: Cursing violence and gore.

A Few Notes:

-Blampires are NPCs and you can

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[legallygreen]

The park had become so dangerous. Her normal patrols had become frequent fights for life for others, the vampires attacking anyone who arrived or were just unfortunate enough to be in the park. Jennifer approached the ice rink slowly, dismayed not only that there were figures on the ice, but outside it as well, none of which looked familiar, many with uncharacteristic but telling bulges beneath their sweaters.

Reaching up and taking off her glasses, she slipped them into a pocket on her coat. There was no reason to let them get broken, or her clothing torn. She sloughed off the coat, and then peeled back her shirt, revealing the dark skin-tight suit she wore underneath at all times now. Her hands moved to the buckle of her belt as she stood quietly.

It was so easy to get a good froth of anger going. John had disappeared. Neal was still hidden beneath the fallen angel. Everyone seemed to be in frequent danger. Her eyes had bled away to emerald green before she knew it. She just needed a chance to get really going before the shift should happen.

[crownedwithfire]

Hunting is what he knew. Like it or not, since 1952 Hellboy had slogged through jungles, forests, caves, and other places where things lurked in the dark. From Russia's harsh landscape to Davey Jones' own locker, he had walked with the dead and he had killed gods.

And they had killed him.

Still, he walked among them now, coming up behind Jennifer. He had long ago lost his coat (worthless without most of it's protective wards in his many pockets) and carried only the Samaritan and the weapon he could never put down: The Right Hand of Doom.

He inhaled, exhaled. This was going to be messy. He hated dealing with thralls -- inevitably, innocent people died. Faces he couldn't forget.

"I hate vampires," is all he could mutter into the cold night air.

[sonof3lions]

Galahad wasn't entirely certain of the others that he found himself with. The...man, for lack of a better word, looked more like he should be on the other side than fighting with him. And the girl? He wasn't certain what was going on there, but she was disrobing and Galahad averted his eyes.

He'd dressed properly for this fight, chain and coat of arms. His sword was at his hip, the shield he'd found below the church on his other hand. The front of the shield had been painted with his coat of arms as well. Objects of faith were, apparently, useful against these creatures. And his coat of arms was a reflection of his faith.

Eying the ice and the thralls, Galahad's mouth twisted in thought. "And there is no way around this...lake?" 'Ice rink' didn't translate well for him. "Though I think, perhaps, there must not be, or these cowards would have strewn the path with innocents there as well."

So, straight through the middle it was. That wasn't a nice prospect.

Shaking his head, Galahad folded his hands before him and bent his head, murmuring softly in Latin, asking for blessing and benediction upon their endeavor.

[legallygreen]

"So do I." Jennifer said quietly, and that was all before the change took place.

Her body contorted as muscles grew and bone lengthened, her skin changing from pale to dark green, her hair bursting from its bun in thick forest green curls that hung down her back. There was an eager smile on She-Hulk's face as she straightened up, jeans casually hanging at her hips as she clapped her hands together once.

"All right, so who wants to go running across the ice? I don't think that's a very good idea so I'm going to jump. But before I do, I can toss you both over. Seems like it might be kinda fun."

[crownedwithfire]

You know how hard it is to find women who can come close to looking you in the eye when you're pushing eight feet tall? There's just a small twang of regret that Jennifer Walters is taken (sort of) for Hellboy, because glancing over to see a woman that he might not have to treat like they're made of porcelain is pretty awesome.

But, like close parking spaces and the fresh vegetables in the supermarket, good women are always taken.

"I don't think you want to throw me. I don't doubt that you can, I'm just-- usually the one doing the pitchin' here," he says, ignoring the possible double entendre. "Either way, I don't think either of us wants to go tap-dancing on that ice."

He'd kill for a jet pack right now. Oh well.

[sonof3lions]

"I do not think I would appreciate being thrown." If for no other reason than it would probably hurt him as much as anybody that he hit.

For being the shortest in the group by nearly a foot and a half, he really didn't seem too fazed by the whole thing. "I suppose we could wait to see if they would come to us. But I have my doubts." He reached for the hilt of his sword and drew it, hand flexing in the gauntlet of his shield.

[legallygreen]

She-Hulk could not help but smirk at Hellboy's use of particularly interesting terms. She sighed though, seeing as Plan A had been nixed by both of her other companions.

"I suppose we'll just have to move on to Plan B. Mind giving me a boost, Red? When I drop, I'll break the ice, and make it as hard for them to move as us." She continued, walking to the edge of the ice rink. "Be ready to follow me in. I have a feeling they're really not going to like that."

[crownedwithfire]

"One fastball special, coming right up." What? He read comics as a kid. He extended his great stone hand for her to step up into, and once she crouched launched like a pro.

Up, up, up and away, only to come shooting down like an emerald javelin from the heavens.

"And here we go..." All hell was going to break lose as soon as she hit.

[sonof3lions]

He had never been in the great battles of Camelot, but he'd been trained in the arts of fighting as well as any knight. Galahad shifted his stance, ready to move once the...green woman landed.

This 'Chicago' was a very strange place.

Let me know if this is too much, or if we should be waiting for an NPC tag...

[legallygreen]

"I do like a man who knows how to use his hands." She mused, just before he tossed her into the air.

Physics was not her best subject. Frankly, She-Hulk liked to leave that kind of stuff to Reed Richards or hell, even Tony Stark. But she knew her strengths, and she knew that an ice rink, no matter how perfectly man-made, would not stand up to the weight of a heavy projectile slamming into it. Especially a projectile meant to break it.

Lifted into the air, she came sailing down in a surprisingly elegant swan dive, tucking in at the last moment and landing on her feet. She slammed into the ice, well prepared for the landing much like those she took when leaping through the air to get somewhere quickly. All of her weight, with force and pressure added to it, caused the ice to crack all around her.

Angry with numerous reasons, and because the ice did not shatter enough for her taste, She-Hulk let out an angry roar and slammed both fists as hard as she could into the growing system of cracks reaching out from around her. If she did it right, the ice would become hard to pass on the ice skates.

[crownedwithfire]

Hellboy put up the large, stone hand to shield him from flying chips of ice, to possible flying skaters, and watched as Jennifer did her thing. She could have been a great asset with the BPRD, that was sure.

Too bad the BPRD wasn't really something he had to worry about anymore.

"Alright, then. Let's go."

[sonof3lions]

The shield made certain that Galahad didn't get any ice to the face. Which was most useful for being able to stay in the fight.

Galahad gave the ice a jaundiced look before he nodded. "Aye. Forward, then." He didn't like the idea of having to hurt people who didn't know better, but the portal needed to be protected.

However, he just knew that he would be spending a great deal of his time on his posterior once he got on the ice.

[legallygreen]

Ice chips spattered against her arms and legs, leaving tiny scratches, none of which bothered her in the least. As soon as the people skating on the ice were able to stabilize themselves, that was when the bullets began to fly. She-Hulk straightened up for only a moment before she ducked behind a piece of ice that had broken apart and risen up, feeling bullets thunk into the ice.

Reaching up, she dug her fingers into her shoulder where one of the slugs had taken her and jerked it out, dropping it onto the ice with a metallic click. She stood up again, and swung her fist at the first of the thralls that had made a point of coming for her, the fury of the punch making the man's face concave where his nose had been smashed, sending him flying backwards. But this wasn't what she wanted to do.

Instead, She-Hulk began making her way across the ice, over the cracks and jutting pieces of broken ice, knocking anyone out of her way that felt the need to come for her personally. It was the vampires she was more interested in.

[crownedwithfire]

Hellboy didn't need a shield. If bullets got past that lifted, stone hand -- frankly, he took gatling spray with aplomb and nobody out here had a mounted Thompson. He just grumbled and kept going, not minding that pips of bright, red blood, hot over the cold ice, left steam in his wake.

Thralls were just pushed here and there, batted away with the stone hand like they were gnats when need be, while the other stayed down, ready to draw the Samaritan. He didn't want to waste his very good bullets on these folks.

Besides, frankly, they were Thralls. A lot less important and a lot less mean then what was on the other side... and if the Black Court waiting there didn't destroy them as human shields, they might come out of it, for all Hellboy knew.

[sonof3lions]

Galahad's shield had other purposes, besides having been painted with a red cross. One of those things that worked to his favor here against these enemies.

But the shield was also magic. It had taken time for the knight to figure out what it did, but he eventually did. Which was why he led with the shield rather than his sword while wading into the thralls. Every hit caused them to be repelled as well. He was doing his best not to hurt anybody who wasn't in their right mind, but he doubted these creatures would allow that easily.

[legallygreen]

The ice was still slick, but her momentum was like that of a car on ice. Trying to slow down was the problem. Jennifer had been smart enough to bring along shoes large enough for She-Hulk to fit into comfortably, and kept her bare feet from slipping on the ice, not that she would feel the cold. Instead, she used the sliding momentum to knock more of the thralls away from her, sending them tumbling to all corners of the ice arena, crashing into the pieces of torn ice.

Grunting, she came to a stop by grabbing a jutting piece of ice, then picked it up, the heavy slab straining on her arms as she threw it as hard as she could, towards the regrouping thralls. Many of them flattened to the ice. A few did not. The ones that were not were crushed by the ice, but She-Hulk was less concerned than her companions about the state of people who had already been taken over by the vampires.

Karrin had told Jennifer at one point in time that there was probably no coming back from that. She-Hulk took that to mean she should put them out of their misery if they tried to come for her. With a fierce smile that came with the sound of breaking ice, she began making her way back across the rink, more than half way towards the vampires and clearing one hell of a path for her companions.