Yo dawg I herd u like dogs so we put a dog in yo bean...

[pomergeist]

Characters: Missile, open
Time: Midday
Location: The Bean
Content: There is a hat under the Bean. The hat is also a dog.
Format: starting in prose, either is good
Warnings: Dead dog is freaking out a little.

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[crownedwithfire]

Hellboy liked to keep an eye out for new messages and the lost -- so when he got a frantic message from someone looking for 'Sissel', well, call him a boy scout, but he had to go looking.''

Still, he wasn't sure what he was looking for. That made things more difficult.

[pomergeist]

Oh--OH! Wow, look at that guy! He was big! Big and RED! Wow! Missile had never seen anything like him before! Times like these, he really wished he had his body, so he could just BARK at the guy to say hello.

Ever curious, Missile slipped into the Ghost World to check--yeah! That guy definitely had a core, that was lucky! Were Missile the sort to think these things through, he'd wonder who had brought this guy back from the dead, but right now he was just excited to see someone who could help.

He had to wait for the big guy to get close enough to reach over from the hat and connect, making a direct connection to the guy's mind. The image of a Pomeranian wagged its tail eagerly at the red guy. "Hi! Gosh you're big! Do you know where I am, I need to find my owner!"

[crownedwithfire]

Let's not talk about Hellboy and that big place where his heart has been, wasn't, and was again. That tends to get him very apprehensive.

Talking about magical ghost dogs, however, that's fine! Hellboy is totally down with spirit pomeranians, though it's obviously not what he expected. He blinks once or twice, and then just rolls with the flow.

"You're a cute little fella, aren't ya? You're in Chicago, kiddo. Well, A Chicago. It's certainly not THE Chicago. It's confusing." He didn't want to get into the whole spiel. "Who is your owner? Maybe they're here?"

[pomergeist]

The guy wasn't all that surprised to see Missile, but again, he must have dealt with dead stuff already, so it wasn't that much of a surprise to Missile that it wasn't that much of a surprise to the stranger.

The little dog's tail went even faster at the compliment, but one ear quirked in curiosity at his description of where they were. "What's a chicago? Are there a lot of them? Sounds like a confusing place to be." Missile didn't even really know the name of his own proper city, let alone ones half across the country. All he wanted to know was how to get back, anyway!

He gave an eager bark at the question of his owner, though. "I'm looking for Miss Kamila! A bad man's got her hostage!" In spite of his cheery demeanor, he gave a small whine. "Miss Lynne will be so upset, I promised her I'd take care of Miss Kamila."