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5806/Inside the Chainer's Demense
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- Hellboy has posed:
On leaping through the portal, Hellboy and Morrigan found themselves in a pitch black tunnel that was a bit damp and very rough hewn. First, Hellboy removed the overweighted Sully costume. He didn't care about concealing himself here. "You OK?" He asked.
After doing so, he immediately took out a small gaslit lantern from compressed fuel from the pack. While he had some gear a lot of alternate realms had different rules on technology so he had deliberately gone with non electrical solutions. The tunnel lit up going about 40 feet to a rough hewn dead end on the right with a few dead tiny humanoid voilet skinned Kobolds that looked like they had been that way for some time, and the other end going hundreds of feet out of the lanterns range off into the darkness.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan seems perfectly at home in the darkness, but she is grateful for the light that shines out from the lantern. "I'm FINE." she tells him. She was physically okay, but something inside of her was weirdly aware of where they were. "Was there an easier way to do this, Anung Un Rama." she asks as she looks over to him. "Or do you prefer to be called Hellboy. I'm not sure if using your true name is a good or bad thing here to be honest." she frowns at that.
She skirts the dead Kobold bodies and gives a grimace as she sniffs the air, "Well, Spring Break could have been worse I guess." she sighs softly as she moves back towards the large red guy.
- Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy says, "Hellboy, by about 12 orders of magellan." He considers their surroundings, swinging the lantern around to look at the walls and then at the dead end. He examines the kobolds and determines that they died of...it is not obvious what they died of and that worries him. "Yeah sorry about that teach. The portal was NOT meant to suck you in though I'm pretty sure we can get out soon enough." Pretty sure.
"As far as easier, not likely. I'm sure someone bigger up the mystical totem pole could figure it out but I'm no slouch in research and I spent a solid week looking at BRPD tomes on this. The opal is the only way in. Out is easier. Theoretically. Obviously not a lot of people leave but the spell the Chainer likely used to create this place is a veritable swiss cheese of 'out.'
Very faint sounds can be heard from down the tunnel and he swings the light to inspect her, making sure she isnt bleeding or anything.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan nods to right, "Alright big guy, Hellboy it is. Though you should definitely get cards with the other name so people know how to spell it." she muses to that. There is a bit of a chuckle, "It's alright. I need to learn to correct and not allow myself to get sucked into portals. No hard feelings." she tells him. "But if I die I'm haunting the hell out of you. Okay? Great. Glad we agreed on that." the Irish woman laughs softly at that.
"You didn't send a raven or anything to Strange or Druid?" she gives a bit of a sigh to that. "Alright. Well...let's get what you came for and then get back out. I have kids to watch over." she states quietly. She's not hurt. Morrigan might be made of stronger stuff. "You can just call me Mo or Morrigan." she offers as they walk.
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Hellboy says, "Most of those people want to stick my hand in a hidden door of some kind to bring about the end of the world, and the few that dont want to write a paper about who utterly fascinatin the people that want to do the former are." He almost takes out a cigar but realizes in their tight spaces, the fumes would be truly noxious and simply puts it in his mouth, oral fixation style. "Well I'm glad there are no hard feelings teach." He beams, "I would hard feeling me if I was you so I appreciate the positive vibrations. I will definiltey do my best ot make sure you don't die."
"No, I sent no ravens of any kinds. The guys I stole that opal from are insanely good at divination. I knew they would be aware of me coming, even if they didnt know it was ME specifically. So the raven that gave you the opal is news to me. I have NO idea how Ant-man even got involved. Alright teach, Mo it is." He smiles and nods, "And getting what I came for and out of dodge is AOK with me." He looks at her shoes, "You got the footware for trundling in hitherand yon?"
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Yeah, but those people that want to stick your hand in a door also want to watch the world burn and don't realize they'll probably be the first to go." Morrigan states with a shrug of her shoulders. This is what being a genius feels like. "Also, there's fans of serial killers that want to date them. So people wanting to write books about zealots doesn't surprise me." she sighs. "It's really hard to get on my bad side. You didn't drag the students into this so if we live it'll be a good drinking story." she chuckles.
"Ah yeah, that Raven was news to me as well. Though I'm pretty sure I know who it was." she states. "And Hank works for SHIELD, even if they're considered outlaws." she points out. She looks down to her feet and there is a sigh as she kicks her shoes off, "Someone better love them over here." she states. Then she's striding off barefoot, "I'll figure out something for footwear." she tells him.
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Hellboy chuckles, "Oh man, you have no idea. That one henchman guy in the Mummy? I have seen that happen like literally 20 times. The darkness these guys summon is almost NEVER loyal to what calls it, it just panchinkos down from the demon dimensions. And yeah," he shudders about the fans of serial killers, "I get a lot of fan mail but the people who think I'm their personal in with satan or Mephisto are just..." he shudders again. He nods, "Well, I'm not gonna say I've never got a kid hurt but its never from any choice I've ever made, which given the crazy stuff I do..."
"And the raven wasnt a caster either. Weird. Maybe a shifter or some kind but if so I almost wonder if they were there due to some luck spell the druids cast. SHIELD isnt outlaws, that whole conjob...you should have seen the faces of the senior agents when the news came out. They are as innocent as a newborn babe on that crap. I was there in the bar with them." He takes out a small brown box and a brownie comes out oof it, "Don't look," he closes his eyes and assuming she does the same a short while later there is a perfectly good pair of hiking boots exactly her size and addictively comfortable. "Guy owed me a favor and wanted to come, really WEIRD how accurate those guys are knowing when you'll need shoes. I thought I'd need them."
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Literally one of my favorite movies, so yeah I know exactly who you are referring to." Morrigan nods to that. "That fan mail has got to be crazy. I can't even imagine." she frowns to that. "Everyone knows Lucifer doesn't listen to most people." she shakes her head. "And we all make mistakes or have bad days. You're fine." she tells him. "It's one of those oddities. We can figure out the raven after we get out of here." she tells him.
"And yeah, something didn't seem right with that whole SHIELD thing. Hope it gets sorted out." she states. SHIELD just made her think of Sam and that thought gets cut off abruptly. Just in time for a Brownie! She reaches up to cover her eyes on top of closing them, "Oh hey, does he have a cousin that does windows? I need help on the widows walk at home." she teases quietly. Brownie's were adorable though. When she opens her eyes and there are shoes she claps her hands a little delightedly, "What every woman wants in a new dimension, new shoes to go with the experience." she winks at HB. Then she's hurrying to get them on before she steps in something gross. "Which way are we heading?" she asks him.
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Hellboy chuckles, "He doesnt have a cousin but there are Wyxies, really rare but they do windows and they're AMAZING but obnoxious as hades to negotiate a contract with. I only know one guy in the BRP....you were joking weren't you?" He hcuckles. Yes, I will let you know if I run into his cousin." He chuckles, "And yes, of course shoegasm is a service I always render when traveling from one realm to another. I expect five stars on hotels.com." He winks back and chuckles, "This way," he motions up the opposite direction of the dead end of the tunnel and holds the lantern out, "But lets talk very quietly, I hear something ahead but can't quite make it out."
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan finishes lacing up the boots and then gives a little wiggle of her toes, aww yeah, they were nice. "Wyxies, I'll have to look them up. But seriously I'd never imprison a magical creature to do windows. I'll get up there eventually." she muses. "And yeah, but just because we're stuck somewhere weird doesn't mean I'm going to lose my sense of humor." she points out.
The she's looking around quietly, "Surely." she whispers.
Then she's following along with where the big red guy is going.
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Hellboy says, "Oh good god," he almost laughs hysterically, "no one can MAKE a Wyxie do what it dosnt want to do, imprisoning one? I mean maybe Strange or Wanda or Constantine could bind one but if it EVER got loose..." he shudders.
They move forward, and the light on the tunnel lessens and they come on a bizarre sight. The entrance of the tunnel opens to an inverted world with a small pulsing orange 'sun' in the center with a convex inside sphere that you can still see the end of. It appears that Chainer's entire demense is no more than 15 miles in diameter with large brass tubes that twist and spire all over the whole thing to show those that they form an almost escercher and daliesque maze that moves all around the sphere like a demented drunken spider web with a small shining gem that sparkles and amplifies the sun every hundred feet. The gem is a cylinder about a foot in length and two inches in diameter. It looks familiar to Hellboy, because it is identical to the twelve souls the Limner used to power his infernal machine and here there must be hundred, no, THOUSANDS of these poor souls bound all about the area.
"Crap..." he whispers realizing the scope of the problem."
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's all fine until there's a new sun to contend with. She freezes up for a moment, waiting to see if she gets insta-fried, but she doesn't. Which is a nice change. Then she looks over the dimension, "Oh wow..." she whispers. "Wait, why crap?" she asks quietly. "What's the plan? I can help out wherever is needed." she tells him.
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Hellboy says, "Alright, so decades long story summarized in 90 minute episode recap...In 1965 I worked with a bunch of BRPD heroes in Latveria to take out a crazed loon called the Limner powering his infernal device with 12 souls. We won, he lost, boom. But one soul slipped into a crack. We fled for our lives but it always bothered me. I kept trying to go back but ...Doom. And finally he said no, triple no, not ever going to happen. Went anyway, but found out the soul had been taken by the guy that runs this place, the Chainer of Souls. And guess what those souls look like?" He points to one of the pulsing 'soul batteries' a small ways away, "I dont have any kind of trace or serial number. Any one of these, any of them, could be the soul that I was trying to rescue." He sighs.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan listens to Hellboy speak and there is a bit of a breath let out at the heaviness of it. "Do you know the name or anything like that?" she asks him. "If I could find any trace of them mystic wise then we might have a better shot at finding them." she tells him in a quiet tone. "Unless it's going to wake up a huge thing with tentacles...then I'm a bit more worried." she chuckles. "I also commend you for wanting to find them. It speaks much of your character, Hellboy." she adds as she looks off to the wonky web.
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Hellboy shakes his head, "No, nothing. I think that's why it botehred me so much. It was a human soul, I've discerned that much and the idea of some dark mage using it as a battery and it sitting in a crack for 60 years was just...wrong. This was a life, possibly is a mind. I dont know how much of the original person is left in these," he waves his hand around, "And no, nothing lovecraftian about the Chainer. I mean, he's dark, very dark but not insnaity inducing. But the scope of this..." He shrugs, emberrased at the compliment to his character, "I mean, I'm almost thinking the only way to rescue the one is to free all of the-" he motions for silence quickly as the source of the noice he heard earlier appears over the horizon, a giant machine populated by the purple humanoid, powered by the soul batteries and going to one of the many bore holes to drill between worlds looking for a soul that slips through the cracks for their master.
The two interlopers are not yet seen.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a nod to that, "Well, if we maybe knew..." she quiets as soon as he motions for silence. And there is a bit of a look off to see what was coming. The purple humanoid makes her blink. She then reaches out to touch the side of Hellboy's face, ~Maybe talking like this will help for a while.~ the voice floats into his mind.
~If there won't be a very bad backlash we can always break the web. With your fist and my power I'm sure we could make a dent. I'm not the Sorceror Supreme...but I'm not a neophyte either.~ she states telepathicly.
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Hellboy considers, ~I like the idea but I think the key is the sheer scope of this. See how the batteries all reinforce each other?~ He moves his hand around, glad for the ability to communicate via telepathy, ~If we punch it, we might collapse one section but the other sections of the matrix will reinforce themselves, maybe even repair...we need....we need...~ the wheels in his head turn and turn ~we need to make our way to the center, and try to take down the whole web at once....~
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan listens as he speaks and there is a gentle nod, ~So we make our way to the center. I'll cover you with magic if we get attacked. You can use what you usually use to get things done. This is your show.~ she tells him mentally. ~I'm going to follow your lead, but if we get in over our heads I'll turn on the big guns.~ she muses to that.
5748/Flashback: Against the Limner
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- Hellboy has posed:
The Limner has been the talk of the occult world for three months. He is a powerful transformative sorceror who has managed to evade capture by many of the most powerful figures in the world. Now, he has managed to aquire all of the things that he needs to build his massive transformation machine and turn Europe in 1000 miles in every direction. As it is, the BRPD has been contacted in a last ditch effort to stop the madman before he starts!
Right now, Latveria is a poor, backwater, Russian puppet state, without any of the cutting edge might created and installed by its future dictator. The BRPD has been invited because Soviet occult agents have been completely and utterly overwhelmed (or...turned into lawn gnomes) in every attempt at infiltration. The stars are right, and Hellboy can intuitively understand that the madman will turn on his machine soon. He parachutted in and puts his chute away, looking at the rest of his crew, checking his gear and looking at the dark and daunting forest ahead of them, "You guys OK?
- Camellia Lowe has posed:
A few moments later a strange shape comes down right next to Hellboy, a large human torso colored black with two large wings and no head, what seemed to be a partially summoned demon. It flaps its way down and safely deposits its summoner onto the ground before disappearing. "No problem on my part." The young mercenary says with a grin, it was situations like these that allowed him to make a living despite his only trade being bringing horrible things into the world. He whips out a paint brush and dips it into a canteen, rapidly drawing a series of runes on a nearby tree. "Give me a second here."
He says before starting to chant under his breath, coming up with a very complicated summoning diagram. At one point he steps back and holds his hands in a triangle while doing the final pull on the creature. What comes out is a a large floating hand, the size of a fridge. "Yeah, that should be enough. No need to bring the whole thing in." Not to mention it was quite dangerous.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien didn't even take a shoot before dropping out of the plan. When you're an accomplished sorceress things like gravity are often optional. Whistling through the air at relatively high velocity but in a controlled descent, she sticks the superhero landing easily enough before standing up and dusting herself off.
The young woman, perhaps in her late 20's or early 30's if one is attempting to guage purely by appearances is dressed from head to toe in black leather. It is one of those 'ops suits', along with a utility belt, and canvas back.
"Never better Red." She replies letting a touch of her French accent bleed through into her English.
- Carson Deschain has posed:
Oh what fortunes are flung on the ethereal winds to tumble like dice being shot down a gambling alley. When Hellboy has chuted in at night, covert operations of sorts by appearance. A few feet away, a man in clothing from forty years in the future swirls into being like sand being poured into a mold. Eyes wide, blinking and looking around himself while holding a sort of jewelers loupe to his eye with one hand and what looks like a tiny hourglass... that has no glass - only tint and hue shifting metal.
"-o, I'm not tou-..." blink. "OK." staring directly at big red, "You're where you were. Why are we in the woods?" Carson blinks again, "Why are you dressed like..." he quiets, looks around, then raises up the glassless hour glass again. "So." eyes sliding left to right. "I hope that you remember this and don't throw us into a causality loop... and just let me make this mistake..." because he's talking all sorts of sense now.
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Hellboy doesnt see the man in his fourties of course, he sees Smithers, the W.A.N.D. meatstick who shoots guns at tentacly things but body transference isnt something that he is entirely inexperienced with and says, "I'm Hellboy, that's Rien, that's Lowe" to the brazen demonologist. Luckily, a much younger Hellboy doesnt have the occult knowledge his future self does to yell at Lowe for being INSANELY dangerous and motions with his head since time is ticking down.
"Alright" he says mainly for Smithers who might have had a concussion, might be possessed or simply mentally transmuted by the Limner. Mental and physical transformation are definitely his forte, "We have twelve souls powering a transformation device inside that we have," he checks his watch, "About two hours to stop. Can you still shoot?" He looks at Smithers/Carson. If Carson can't, he will tell him to stay behind elsewise? Any port in a storm.
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He cracks his neck to one side then the other. He actually loved his work, right up until the end. Despite the tragedy that will have happened, it was the only thing he was good at, pretty much. He pats the hand and it opens, he then jumps up into the palm. It closes slightly and he sits with a cocky smirk. "Alright, sounds like enough time if we don't mess around too much. You'd think someone in my position would be in favor of this sort of thing but it actually hurts to have this much competition." He simply lights a cigarette and leans back a bit. "On your mark, big guy." He does eye the dude that just swirled in with a quirked eyebrow though, wondering if this was some kind of strategy or just a very unfortunate event.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
"Then what are we waiting around for?" Rien glances between the others and just starts walking, pushing her way through the dense undergrowth of the dark forest. "Try to keep up." It's mostly directed at the two that are not Hellboy, who she has worked with before.
At Lowe's comment about competition RIen glances back over her shoulder again like she is about to say something, but the demon hunter just lets it go. "There is no telling what we might find in this forest, best to be ready for anything. Do we know how this Limner is manipulating the souls? It is unfortunately not a unique type of magic."
- Carson Deschain has posed:
"I uh... I've got middle marks in the academy training?" feeling around himself for a firearm. Carsmithers looks about himself. Shifts a little. "What?" throwing his shoulder into a tree, or did he just slip? Wet underbrush and all that. But he's pepped up somewhat now. "I'll be fine, Hellboy." adjusting his jacket and giving a little bounce on his feet.
At least -something- here is making sense.
"I uh... Controlling souls, right..." lips pursed and eyes opened. "I... If we just shoot the guy it stops the soul manipulation, right?"
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Hellboy says, "You know its funny, we don't. I mean, with that damn board of his he can manipulate ANYTHING but the way he bound and collected the souls does seem...different doesnt it?" He nods as Smithers seems to 'adjust' adn get with the program, "Shooting bad guys good, yes" he moves into the forest as they are immediately attacked by the trees themselves. Its a low level enchantment to defend the house and more of an annoyance than anything else but streight out of the Wizard of Oz as trudges forward and shoots a small bush in the 'head' with an incindiary napalm round.
A large two story house becomes visible in the thick canopy of the house, several kitshy pink flamingos and rather surprised lawn gnomes lay out front as Hellboy categorically ignores them and kicks in the front door of the house."
- Camellia Lowe has posed:
Lowe just let the big red dude draw the attention and shifted the position of the arm holding him up to avoid the attacks, the back of the hand twisting to block them while the fingers held him like claws. He does this by tapping the hand a few times and sending it commands directly. Once the front of the hose is kicked in he hops off the minimalistic demon and pulls out a pistol of his own, a normal one though. The hand floats by him, very near, and he keeps a hand touching it at all times. "I guess there's no time to waste, huh?" He comments on the rather aggressive approach with a chuckle, it was quite the opposite to the way he operated himself, but he could adapt. He's staring at Carson with a more curious hesitation now, the way the guy was acting was fairly bizarre. Then again no one here was normal, so he shrugs it off.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
*Snikt* And that's when the claws come out. As the looming trees of the forest move to attack them, three bone claws nearly the length of her forearms emerge from each of Rien's hands glowing with a faint bluish white light. *Fwip* *slice* *thud* Branches falls to the ground around her with heavy impacts as she doesn't even slow down, making her way forward like a seasoned explorer slashing their way through the jungle.
Rien was going to stop and take stock of things at the house, she normally works with a bit more stealth, but that is never how things go when she is partnered with Hellboy. "Real subtle Red." She calls in his wake since the entire world already knows they're there anyway and follows him inside claws still out.
- Carson Deschain has posed:
Keeping pace was... at least easy enough, though he takes no care in avoiding thumping into the occasional tree, growing more pepped up with each accidental misstep - but when the trees start actively attacking it's like Smitherson is letting them hit him, the first few knocking him off balance - its those nearest the house that the slapping bows just seem to bounce off on approach to the home.
"I think I read about this... or something like this..." looking to Rien, pausing momentarily, "Jeeze you haven't aged a day!" blink blink, "Just... I mean..." shaking his head and watching Red kick in the door.
"I wish I could have gotten access to more of the WAND records before the call-down." pausing. Try making sense Carson. That'd be a good idea.
"I mean. Hah. Yes. Take that foul door." drawing his gun and holding it with at least passing amateur sort of skill?
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Hellboy says, "W.A.N.D?" Hellboy looks curios since while he can ignore most of the things Carson says government acronyms stick out like a sore thumb, "Havent heard of it." He chuckles at the door comment, looks around inside and doesnt see anything, listens and says,"Bastard is in the basement" kicks in ANOTHER door and goes trundling down into THE DARKNESS.
The Limner, in the shadows barely visible as the stairs go around and around and around and seem to last forever chants and moves what looks like an eldritch guttenberg printing press, changing letters one for another and looking up at the interlopers and frowning. He points, without breaking a breath and stone gargoyls come to life and begin to attack the four heroes."
- Camellia Lowe has posed:
Lowe narrowed his eyes on one of the gargoyles. "And here I was thinking things would keep going smooth until the end." He says as he takes aim and fires a bullet into one of them, just a single one. He then pats the hand and it goes flying off at high speed, zooming towards the target that had been marked, aiming to smash it into bits with a rocketing closed fist. It was his tricky way of controlling a demon for attack without the demon actually being there. This greatly reduced the risk of losing control over it. Unless, of course, something were to happen to the summoner.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
"This is not a church, why does he have gargoyles?" Rien sighs as she gathers mystic forces swirling in one hand before launching a blast of raw arcane energy at the closest gargoyle before lunging straight at it and planting the claws of her other hand deep in the crack left behind before wrenching them free in a violent fashion sending fragments of stone flying in all directions.
Though as she is doing this another gargoyle manages to land a solid stone fist into her back causing her to grunt and cough up a bit of blood, "Is that your best shot?" Rien asks turning to glare at her new adversary and wiping a bit of blood from near her mouth. It looked like that was probably really painful though.
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"Oh.. jeeze. It's the nerdiest form of... Soul-o-mancy? Necromancy?" pausing at the sight o the Magical Hell-Guttenberg, "Is this what you WAND and BPRD people deal with day to day?? The outfits had me thinking it was like... Lightning bolts and women dressed up like strip-club Morticia... Or Elvira! Mostly Elvira!" blinking and... Carsmitherson seems to be at an utter loss for the danger of magical threats and the mystical arts.
As if he's not dealt a whiff with magic his whole life.
Distracted enough that one of the stone beasts is able to come in and ax-handle a fist into his brow with a thunderous lack of sound and nary even motion from Smitherson for the act. "Oh your boss shouldn't have had the trees punching me buddy." another, harder, smack getting him in the gut and sending the man skidding back with a 'whoof' of air.
"Ok that's a bit better."
Does he know how to use a gun? Hawww... The man who is and isn't Carson Deschain rears back and hurls his pistol like a throwing ax, at high speed - enough to shatter the stone head it impacts with. "So uncivilized!"
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The Limner's eyes flash with annoyance. He stops chanting as the four destroy his gargoyl's left and right. "NO, this is not a church but it is nevertheless holy. I made them from the stone themselves, they are far older than...why am I lecturing plebians? My BEST SHOT? My BEST SHOT?!" He cackles with laughter as he moves letters on the transformation board that is soon to turn every living thing in Europe into his own reshaped vision as powerful magics reach up, moving up and up and up the stairs as Hellboy is turned into a small plastic demon doll, eyes shifting around in wonder and concern as another surge reaches up and hits the demonoligist turning him into a wind up doll (and incidently potentially making the demon mayhap uncontrolled?)
"There, interlopers, want to see more of my BEST shots?" He laughs maniacally
- Camellia Lowe has posed:
Poof. The young blonde man is turned into a doll, an unpowered one at that. It was not good, he had controlled this particular demon many times before, but it had to be kept on a leash. This results in the hand wildly attacking everything around it, zooming around, smashing into walls and stairs, punching through bricks and making the whole place tremble with impacts from time to time. This could be helpful if any gargoyles needed to be finished off, but definitely was going to be annoying to the other two that were still whole. His pistol clatters on the cold stone next to his unwinded self.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
"Zut alors," Rien lets out the French exclamation of annoyance as Big Red is turned into very small and slightly adorable Red, doll edition.
The intensity of the glow around her claws gets a bit brighter and a backhanded swipe cleaves straight through the stone of the gargoyle that had attacked her from behind, dropping it in neatly severed pieces.
"Mon dieu, this is why I hate working with even well intentioned demon binders." She mutters as the hand begins to go berserk after another is turned into a doll. "Okay, guess we're doing this Red's way."
With the situation going to hell, in some cases literally, Rien lunges for the Gutenburg Hell Press. She had wanted to examine it more closely, perhaps find a safer way to disarm it, one can only hope those already changed might revert and the souls will be freed. Too many lives are on the line though if this keeps up and so Rien leaps into the air, fast ball specialing herself with mystic telekinesis. She fly-lunges towards the contraption, claws out, their glow brilliant to behold now, as she sets about wrecking the thing with extreme prejudice.
- Carson Deschain has posed:
"Ma'am I hope that you know how to reverse this dollification!" Carson calls out when Rien makes to turn her interaction with The Printing Press of Doom into a Table, Ladder, Chair match. But his target isn't the press. It's the lunatic wielding powers beyond the ken of mortal men.
Well Carson played Dungeons and Dragons. He's been in Genosha when Power Girl was shooting eye beams and Sentinels were adapting to his people's kinds.
Hell he met a lady with the most effective bracelet in history. Let's not forget he picked up a thingummy, turned it, and is now in Latveria, thirty odd years ago. But he makes his play by charging for the Limner... whom he only now has passing ideas of the dangers of - but he begins focusing all of the energy pooled in his body from the impacts he's suffered. Enough to potentially stop automatic fire from hurting him, or possibly the impact of that damnedable hand from crushing him. Focusing it into a punch intended to put the force of a speeding cargo van behind knuckles if he can make contact with Omadon here before the Red Wizard can call on his Flight of Dragons or somesuch!
- Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy is, well, you know, a doll. He looks around worriedly and tries to make sarcastic comments and cant! Boo! No one hears his witty dialog that he thinks is witty and others could take or leave.
The demon does a LOT of damage to the gargoyls but the press is harder to damage. Between Carson's shooting, Rien's claws and the lose demon the gargoyls are largely changed.
The Limner's gaunt face stares like hollow empty shells from the stairs below, "If you come any further you will be in a worse fate than your friends!" And with that he resumes chanting, so close to his final goal decades in the making.
- Camellia Lowe has posed:
Lowe remains a doll, so the hand keeps on beating around, on the walls, on the stairs, sometimes zooming an inch off the two remaining team members, sometimes smashing into the press violently. This means that at one point it breaks through to the outside and starts just flailing madly through the air, zooming around and trying to hit enemies it wasn't even sure existed. Without something pinpointing it there was just no way for it to know what to do, and for the time being, that left it largely disabled much like its owner. At least, not being wound up meant he was totally unaware of what was going on and couldn't feel embarassed.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien hacks away at the machine but finds it actually able to resist her mystically charged claws, a feat in and of itself. Taking a breath she focuses, brute force can't do this but there isn't time for an elaborate study and that's when she sees it.
"You know, machines like this, they're looked down upon by the Great Magic Clans. There are advantages, but ever since they first arose among the Greeks there always seems to be one fatal FLAW."
As she says the last words she drives her claws through a central crystal acting as a nexus and relay for the mystical energies throughout the device and as the power of the souls begins to converge with no limiter to reign them in or direct their power where it needs to go things begin to devolve into absolute chaos as the machine's arcane power matrix begins to invert and turn back upon itself.
With the machine going haywire behind her, Rien turns her attention back towards Limner, "Now let's see how you do without your favorite toy."
- Carson Deschain has posed:
Still moving at best speed towards Limner, Carson mutters between clenched teeth, "Yeah... worse fates all around if we do nothin' eh?" an idea comes to mind and the man dips to pick up the Helltoy, bouncing red in his hand, shifting his gears and the focus of his pooled energies, a slower jog to approach the evil sorcerer - very casually moving the doll's limbs so that the Hand of Glory is out and in a fist while he makes to throw the little incarnation of Red.
He does halt, finally, if only because he needs to aim.
"If hell really exists, I think Red here will be happy to be the conductor on the freight train. Winding up and pitching the Hellboy doll with a little 'English' in the spiral backed up with a couple thousand Newtons of force.
- Hellboy has posed:
As Rien puts her claws into the device, the vast magical energies building up have nowhere to go. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" The Limner howls with fury and tries to fix it but is unable to do so. He can normally mend literally ANYTHING with the slightest of will and whim but in this case...he can't hold it all together and the room starts to shake, rattle and roll. Both "dolls" are untransformed and return to their natural state. The souls screwed into the elaborate matrix around the machine burst one at a time, until only one remains falling into a small crack deep in the floor of the shadowed basement and Hellboy shouts, "RUN!"
The building magical energies pulse and throb and even Carson with no natural attunement to the supernatural can feel it as Hellboy dashes up the stairs and out of the house.
- Camellia Lowe has posed:
Lowe blinks as he gets back up to normal. "Huh." He says with surprise, seeing as everything was starting to well up out of control. He grabs his pistol and shoots the ground, the hand comes flying in and he taps it, getting it under control again. He hops on and flies up after the rest of them. He didn't mind one bit, as long as the job was complete. "Ah, wasn't this a fun experience everyone? Maybe we will work together again, Reddie there in particular, my life is a lot less difficult when he's around. Though the lady still seems the most competent out of all of us here, eh?" He chats them up, since he was doing nothing while riding the partially summoned evil thing.
- Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien makes a face, she doesn't like leaving Limner free, but the situation is rapidly going from bad to worse and at least her comrades and hopefully those outside have been reverted. That will have to be enough for today. Limner gets one last glare as if she is burning his face into her eyes, before she dashes up the stares behind Hellboy dragging anyone too slow to keep up behind her.
- Carson Deschain has posed:
Run. Things keep shifting, Hellyboy was massive again, the man with the wunderhand is real boy sized. Yeah. Run. Carson stands, looking all around him when he hears a tone that drops his eyes to his pocket, pulling out the little hourglass and staring to see the sands gathered back to the top, without it having really been tilted... and still lacking glass.
"Woah wait." looking around, "Hey I gotta get this... me..." he blinks and watches the last grain drop 'up' to the top of the glass.
"OH! SHIII-" Smithers? Still there, but contorting as if he was being pulled away while Carson himself is sucked back through the fabric of space and time... back to where he -totally- wasn't fiddling with one of the various doohickeys in Red's place.
- Hellboy has posed:
The Limner is seemingly incinerated by his own machine. He certainly isnt seen or heard and the blast from the machine utterly destroys the countryside all the way around for three miles, leveling trees, and seemingly incinerating the forest. The forest will grow back, and the house will slowly repair itself, and above all the most lasting memory is the single small blue vial that fell into the crack.
5596/A Terrible Price to Pay
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- Hellboy has posed:
So, it has come to this. Hellboy has occasionally...(cough) bent the rules when doing things for the Greater Good, reports have been fudged, test results lost but generally speaking he has always been a good guy. And he believes he is, but this is...not the same thing.
He has checked the books and the fae he met in the basement seems to be right. He has no doubt that smarter people than him, real wizards could maybe MAYBE find another way in to the break into the Chainer of Soul's private domain, but he hadn't even been able to find some crazy insane spell that he could ask one of his many arcane friends to try. Nothing. Nada. Nilch. Zip. And the neodruids were politically POWERFUL in the arcane community. And with SHIELD and WAND under a belljar and SHIELD on the run and the US army frelling around, the higher ups in WAND were keeping their mouth shuts and their heads down and hoping that the thing would just go away. Hellboy knew better, he had seen the looks on the SHIELD agents faces, and this was not going to go away.
So he had to kick over a hornet's nest. And so he was prepared to steal a few things. As it was, the securing of secondary WAND sites from the US military outside the Triskelion had been devolved to him and as such he had...er..."borrowed" a few more items than his monthly limit might allow to prepare himself.
The druids stood well within site and rando people walked by and ooood and aaaad feeling the heavy duty magical tingle from the thing. On theh surface, it looked rediculously unguarded. Anyone in the know would understand it was anything but mystically.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's not a stranger to the Mystic Arts, being a Master means you pick up a few things over the years. Or a lot of things. The Irish woman is dressed for a night at the musuem and looking much like her name sake in a black tea length dress that's accented with a red belt and fire engine red heels. Her hair is braided back from her face and left to fall down her back in the riot of curls that it is. She's procured herself a drink and Michael is walking with her as they look over things. Michael had decided since break was extended that he'd drag her out to see this. "You could have went on vacation you know." she states to the tall blond nordic looking man. He just chuckles at her, "Yeah I could have...then we'd miss seeing this." he nods to where a group is currently looking at the Opal.
- Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym is sitting on top of a decorative gargoyle, arrayed in his Yellowjacket costume, Bo, the winged ant, beside him. He watches the neo-pagans and the gem and then finds his eye drawn to the willowy ginger in black and her tall friend. Bo raises an antenna questioning, following Hank's eyes.
//Thor has a kid, Great Pym?//
Hank answers curtly, //Good call but I think not.// He returns to watching and waiting, wondering when Hannigan will show up. Absently he pulls a pipe out of his boot and knocks it again the head of the concrete statue.
- Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike's not a stranger to ... mystic shit. Would he say he's a master? Hell no. But, eh he manages. And sometimes he ends up saving someone's butt.
Perhaps that is why he is here as well. He wasn't rushed over by the assistant of a similar name. Nope. Instead he got a call from Hank. Probably because Hank knows of Mike's past successes with museums. (Ugh.)
Donning the purplish black feathery attire he is accoustomed to, the raven quietly glides in under the evening sky. Perching upon one of the more common statues. Notably not part of the display everyone is oohing and ahing over tonight. Black eyes glimpse around, looking for Hank.
- Hellboy has posed:
Rule number one in the business? Don't freak out the Mundanes. That means, subtle when you can do it and in this case a large guy in a big Blue Monster dressed in an air conditioned Sully costume, which granted has crap for visibility but is using a bit of borrowed SHIELD tech magic to give him 360 vision inside of the mask who gets the attention of small children and stops for selfies (its a skill he's picked up himself and knows how to do as himself) moseys in to the area, and rolls what looks like a plastic easer egg into the middle of the impromptu museam. It seems innoucous and to the non mystic, it is...but to anyone with any degree of mystic senses, the Thumbalina Dust mixed with Drider cobwebs creates the effect of a mystical Flash Bang of titanic variety, overwhelming any mystic senses with titanic amounts.
The druids hold their hands to their heads; eyes and ears moaning in confusion and pain while Hellboy walks towards the Opal. He knows this isnt that easy, but the druids are a challenge in numbers and taking them out is half the battle. Whatever mystical or physical muscle they brought to bear (and he knows someone is here because surprising the super divinatory order is almost impossible) is of course the next problem. He takes a good long look around for anyone ELSE affected besides the druids.
The regular folks look with concern at the druids, one older lady offering some Tylenol.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan looks up to her assistant, even if she's in heels he's still taller than she is, "Clara probably would have liked the vacation though. I know that you guys are on the verge of house closing and things." she muses to him. "She's actually out of town with work so I wanted to at least get out instead of working on case studies." Einar muses to Morrigan. The redhead is distracted by the big Sully that appears and she looks thrilled for a moment, "Kitty." she whispers to her assistant and points at Hellboy in disguise.
Then the mystical flashbang goes off in her face and Morrigan's eyes roll back white as the grip on the glass loosens. Sending it to the ground and smashing. "Ein..." she reaches out a hand blindly as she reels from being overwhelmed. The redhead barely manages to grip his arm as her knees buckle.
- Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym is neither amused nor affected by the mystic flash bang. He tenses as the druids begin screaming and he wonders what it is that affected them and no him... and not even everyone on the floor? He jumps onto the ant and Baudelaire flies him down to the floor. Okay... no idea what a kiddie costume like that is doing here. A clear gas mask slips down over his lower face. He sees Mo collapse as he flies down on Bo, then jumps from the ant to flit the rest of the way to land on the case holding the jewel. Okay big man... let's see if my hunch is right.
Bo circles around Mo, worriedly if you're hip to ant body language.
- Michael Hannigan has posed:
The raven's head slowly tilts, looking to the costumed monster. The children coming in for photos does give the bird a little sense of mirth. To those who may for some reason be studying darkly colored birds instead of Opals this evening, they may even spot the faintest hint of a smile. That is until the druids and Morrigan collapses.
The f-. The bird flaps its wings, flying up off the statue which probably would seem normal being people just suddenly started screaming around the poor avian. Probably startled the poor thing. The head turns, looking around for the potential source. Now WHAT does not belong in this picture?
- Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy looks around a moment, spots Morrigan and frowns. He certainly didnt mean to hurt her, and is glad it will only be temporary, but wonders how the druids got her into this? As it is, he looks around...shocked no one is pulling guns or turning into monsters or...weird.
The raven draws his attention of course, because ravens are a popular thing for mages to turn into but the lack of pain and writhing on the ground makes him think its just a bird. He doesnt notice Hank on top of the stand, because while the Shield tech highlights the tiny devices, and Hellboy was hardened against the effect due to preparation, his vision is still a LITTLE spotty and he doesnt notice the tiny little markings on goggoes. "Huh." He was not expecting that to be that easy and still doesnt REALLY expect that but he moves to the case and takes a small ordinary looking broom and brushes it on the glass. Again, to anyone who has non blinded senses it would seem totally normal and empty but the FOOM as the layered spells the druids lay on the case are instantly dispelled. Still, it should be fairly obvious that "Sully" is up to something to Hank and Mike.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Einar hands off his glass to a passing guest and reaches down to place a firm grip on Morrigan's forearm, "Doctor MacIntyre!" he whispers frantically as he hefts her back to a semi standing position. Bo is given a smile, "Bo, you're welcome company." he tells him. Meanwhile he's look around for Bo's owner, but doesn't see him. The man does manage to get Morrigan standing again.
Morrigan's hands clench tightly and then her fingers slowly unfurl, trying to lessen the pain and try not to blast a hole in something. "Einar...I suggest moving mortals and no magicals towards an exit." the woman states as fangs are bared in a grimace.
- Hank Pym has posed:
If Hank has learned one thing in his long career, when things seem to be going easy, you've overlooked something. At the moment Hank is one such something. In a fraction of a second he jumps from the case growing to full size. The cybernetics he wears do their job and he stays conscious. Growing to normal size he throws a punch at the blue monster as he flies at him. He does pull his punch somewhat. It might be an ordinary person there. A full grow fu punch would seriously injure them. Still he thinks he does a good job of it. It should flatten your ordinary thug, let alone an arcane bookworm.
- Michael Hannigan has posed:
Whelp. The amazingly growing man leaping from the case onto the costumed monster ignoring the potential medical emergencies in favor of looking at a rock is quite obvious. And as for the percieved intention towards said opal? Very much so.
Ignored initially and with the monster's intent sulleyed by a yellow jacket. The raven uses the opportunity to swoop down towards the case. Fortunately with whatever the heck Hellboy did to it already happening it's just an ordinary glass case. All the better for the bird to swoop down, go through the glass, and snatch the opal.
It's simple really. When there's a quarrel over something. The best thing to do is to remove it. Really. simple.
Or maybe not. As the bird starts flies into the air with it. The eyes open wide as he actually can FEEL this. "What the f***?!"
- Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy would swear at Mike more but is too busy trying to get his senses back after being clocked upside the head with the thing that hit him while still recovering from the flash bang. At the strength level Hank uses it doesnt send him back because he has a TON of mass, and Hank might feel like hitting a brick wall, but it still knocks his head back and HURTS like a son of a bitch. He is still briefly reeling and unable to use any of the toys that he brought with him to deal with...OK he didnt expect to deal with Ant Men...but he does have things to deal with muscle.
"Ow."
He hasnt even seen Morrigan bare her fangs yet.
The druids are MUCH slower to recover from their stunning.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Oh there's Hank and...Mike? Morrigan's disoriented still. She's not been smacked in the face by magic in awhile. Not sense that one incident in Sanctum Santorum. But that's a different story. Einar moves away, ushering people out of the way of the chaos. She watches Hank hit Kitty and there's a frown, "Hey...he's my fav..." and then she hears the 'Ow' from the suit.
Her eyes glow bright neon violet and she rises a few feet off the ground and floats over to Hellboy, a dainty hand comes up and THUNKS the top of the head of Sully, "WHAT ARE /YOU/ DOING?!" she asks in an echoing voice. She doesn't attack, but it probably feels like a scolding.
- Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym lands on his feet and drops into a judo stance. Okay. Maybe soft techniques. He wasted his grow fu move. Let's see what the big guy is going to do next.
"I'm a lot bigger than I look big guy. Fair warning." He can fire stinger blasts in this rig too. No warning about those yet. He frowns and looks up at Mo.
"Morrigan, clear out. Give me some room!" Also she looks fabulous but that doesn't get mentioned either.
This is where being in a team works to your advantage. He's watching her for a moment. If you have to watch the other guy, one of you shouldn't be there. In this case it might be Hank.
- Michael Hannigan has posed:
Ok ok ok. The raven's flying. He's got a pretty strong opal based fix going on and he's not sure if he's more worried or PUMPED. But he's not sure what else to do other than to KEEP FLYING and keep the thing out of reach of the Disney Monster.
Ok think.
He's in the sky. His FRIENDS are down below with the guy who wants the opal that he is currently holding. And oh gosh this thing is kind of freaking him out.
Dream travel the sucker far far away from here and come back? Oh lord no. There's just so much wrong with that plan, he doesn't know where to start.
Go back down and help fight? NO. Then he'll be bringing that thing back in reach of the blue monster.
Leave?
...
Leave?
Dammit. Now would be a good time to have gotten some type of commlink or something to kind of coordinate these spur of the moment decisions.
- Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy cringes, "I'm saving a soul in an alternate dimension, I know these guys and they arent gonna give it up. There isnt any other wa...oh stop that! Ow!" He cringes at the lecture more than the punch and looks at Hank. He's read the SHIELD files on him and has seen video of what he can do. Hell, he thinks Hank is awesome but this is not a fanboy moment.
What would a villain do?
OK, terrible idea, what would a plucky anti hero do?
He has quite a few items in his bag of tr-oh yeah. That'll do.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a small music box and opens the lid. The etherial ballerina on it comes to life as it plays music and suddenly becomes an emerald green shadow of herself as she flies right at Mike, clearly moving to steal that Opal from his beak and she is FAST
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a bit of a contemplation. A soul? Who or what? "Did they pass in their time or was it out of the timeline that was given to them?" she asks. It might be a perplexing question to some, but Sorcerors were odd creatures in themselves. "Those Druids are going to be pissed off when they regain their senses." she points out. Her eyes lose the glow, "Can we come up with a peaceful reso..." she is cut off by the damn fairy.
"HB DON'T YOU MOVE!" she grumps as she disappears, blinking out of the spot where she is and heading towards Mike, "Give me the stone!" she cries out as she blinks back in behind the fairy."
- Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym's eyes widen a bit. He backs off and says, "HB... Mo knows you? Saving a single soul is the most BS story a crook could make up. A crook would say you're trying to stop an evil Squid god from rising, tell me the name of the dimension and squid... All right. I'll give you a chance to hear more." He adapts a more neutral stance. "Any tricks and you're going to have to transport a twelve ton opal."
- Michael Hannigan has posed:
Is som-
Yep.
"!!!"
Wings flap and the raven starts moving. While the ballerina has speed and flight. The raven has flight and, arial acrobatics. As the figure gets close, the bird loops in flight to avoid the creature. GotToHide.GotToHide.GotToHide.GotToHide. Wait! Of course!
He's on the verge of fading from view when the oddest of sights comes to view. Is that the principal of Happy Harbor flying behind the fairy?!
...Oh right she did mention wards earlier. Probably should have registered then. Flight's not that far off.
The bird puts on the air brakes. Standing in air to look to Morrigan.
FAIRY!!!
The bird ducks allowing for the Fairy to buzz on by. Whelp. Alright. The bird spits the stone out of his mouth into his wing. He hands it over to Morrigan. Good riddance.
That stone creeped him out.
- Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy blinks. Oh that's not good. He knows Glitterbelle isnt going to be able to get that out of Mo's hands. Not even close. He starts moving to Mo. He does NOT want to take it from her hands...but the truth is? He doesnt need to.
"It's a soul taken and frozen in amber for a dark perverted ritual trapped for 60 years and taken by the Chainer of souls. I'm sorry Mo, I really am?"
He starts to chant in Latin, "The way is open
The way is swept
The way is open
The way is kept
" The opal starts to glow,"
"The way is open, the way is kept," he keeps repeating it faster and faster and faster, and faster as a portal opens about five feet in front of Morrigan as Hellboy hailmary begins to run towards it. "Sorry! Sorrysorrysorry" the Druids, you see are 'waking up' and are NOT happy....the opal is...kind of hot, not burning but getting hotter and hotter.
- Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan sends a little shock of energy through the air, causing the fairy to go askew for a moment, giving her time to look over things, "Sorry little one, but not today." she states as she watches Mike in his raven form. "Thank you." she accepts the stone with cold fingers and floats back to the ground. But the Cambion is speaking Latin and her eyes ignite in that electric violet again, "No!" she chokes out as the stone starts to grow hotter and hotter and the portal opens just feet in front of her.
"IT BETTER HAVE A NICE VIEW!" she shrieks as she hits the portal and disappears.
- Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym tries to make a grab for the monster and Mo, growing to extend his reach.
Not. Fast. Enough. His fingers close on empty though tingly air. Well so much for awesome. His new bud is gone. Does she have her serum with her? Is she going to fight shoggoths or whatever in heels and evening wear? He brings a fist down on the floor shaking the people immediately adjacent. "M*****f*****! You better not die, Mo!" Oh she is getting an earful when he sees her!
- Michael Hannigan has posed:
Stone handed over and with nothing left to protect, the raven lingers a bit in the sky, shaking off the icky feeling of that stone. Ew. Unfortunately the time spent lingering is sufficient amount of time for Morrigan to get some distance. Which ends up leading to an unpleasant realization.
SHIIIIiii-
The bird zooms down towards the portal, in time to fly through nothing as the portal closes, mimicking the fairy's flyby earlier. He smacks into the ground. "F***!"
- Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy runs through the portal and says "Sorry Mo, SORRY! REALLY sorry, how did that happen? That wasn't supposed to-" and with that Hellboy is GONE.
The druids wake up and they try to immediately reverse the spell. They don't succeed as it closes as Mike is left behind while the Opal pulses, releasing a tremdous pulse of magical energy going....SOMEWHERE....
The druids are not happy.
- Michael Hannigan has posed:
The raven groans as he lifts a wing, peeling his body off of the ground. As he pops back into form he takes a look around and frowns before leaving with Hank and Bo to see if there's anything that can be done. Right now, he's not sure what they will be able to do. But he is sure of a few things...
The druids are not happy. Hank is not happy. Mike is not happy. To add to this, The blue monster guy is now trapped on the other side of the portal with a VERY MUCH NOT HAPPY Morrigan. If that guy was happy with what he accomplished, he's PROBABLY not going to be happy when Morrigan's done with him. Principals can be scary beings.
Even without the magic.
