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now i'm stronger than yesterday
Who: The Hulk, some unfortunate scientists, and YOU.
When: Early morning hours of Day 22 (before sunrise). Good mooooorning.
Where: Near the woods.
What: After going missing for four in-game days, Bruce comes back... Kind of. Come mingle with the big guy!
At some point in time, Bruce wakes up to find himself held captive, and he decides to break free.
That much, at least, the Hulk knows, or can guess, or whatever – he doesn't really care about Banner's issues very much at all because Banner doesn't care about his, and if he didn't need the Hulk, he wouldn't have let him out in the first place. Why should the Hulk care about him? What the Hulk does care about are people trying to hurt Banner because Banner's body is his body somewhere down the line, and that is so not okay. That is the opposite of okay.
They might be able to contain Banner, but the Hulk is convinced they can't contain him.
He's right. Of course. He's the strongest there is, and these dinky, wimpy little scientists with their stupid machines are so easy to squish. Too easy – there's a nagging, a tugging, and something from Banner's end bleeds through. It isn't really a conscious thought, or a string of words, but it's something the Hulk understands anyway. Take prisoners to interrogate. What were they doing to Banner, what did they want to do with the Hulk?
The Hulk snorts, but nods to himself. Okay, Banner. That's a good one.
While the Hulk's deciding this, his captors realize the Hulk's right – they aren't going to win this one.
The Hulk couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when they start to move him; he's busy fighting, dealing with a particularly thorny (but ultimately destroyed, thanks) machine. He does notice when he starts to fall.
Roaring in rage, he drops out of the sky much like Loki's box did, and he lands on his back, with a loud crash, just outside of the woods. In his arms, he's cradling one live scientist. Two dead ones tumble out with him, in crumpled heaps beside him, but he doesn't really pay attention to that. What matters to him is trying to figure out where those white coat bastards dropped him. He holds out his captive, looking into his face, and thinks of how to interrogate.
Maybe if he just growls in his face.
When: Early morning hours of Day 22 (before sunrise). Good mooooorning.
Where: Near the woods.
What: After going missing for four in-game days, Bruce comes back... Kind of. Come mingle with the big guy!
At some point in time, Bruce wakes up to find himself held captive, and he decides to break free.
That much, at least, the Hulk knows, or can guess, or whatever – he doesn't really care about Banner's issues very much at all because Banner doesn't care about his, and if he didn't need the Hulk, he wouldn't have let him out in the first place. Why should the Hulk care about him? What the Hulk does care about are people trying to hurt Banner because Banner's body is his body somewhere down the line, and that is so not okay. That is the opposite of okay.
They might be able to contain Banner, but the Hulk is convinced they can't contain him.
He's right. Of course. He's the strongest there is, and these dinky, wimpy little scientists with their stupid machines are so easy to squish. Too easy – there's a nagging, a tugging, and something from Banner's end bleeds through. It isn't really a conscious thought, or a string of words, but it's something the Hulk understands anyway. Take prisoners to interrogate. What were they doing to Banner, what did they want to do with the Hulk?
The Hulk snorts, but nods to himself. Okay, Banner. That's a good one.
While the Hulk's deciding this, his captors realize the Hulk's right – they aren't going to win this one.
The Hulk couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when they start to move him; he's busy fighting, dealing with a particularly thorny (but ultimately destroyed, thanks) machine. He does notice when he starts to fall.
Roaring in rage, he drops out of the sky much like Loki's box did, and he lands on his back, with a loud crash, just outside of the woods. In his arms, he's cradling one live scientist. Two dead ones tumble out with him, in crumpled heaps beside him, but he doesn't really pay attention to that. What matters to him is trying to figure out where those white coat bastards dropped him. He holds out his captive, looking into his face, and thinks of how to interrogate.
Maybe if he just growls in his face.
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Perhaps she was simply missing Anne.
At any rate, she was sitting by the water when she heard the crash.
Mina was on her feet in an instant. She reached for her guns, but at the last moment, changed her mind. Instead, she pulled a scalpel out of her pocket, pressing the blade up against her wrist as she took off at a run toward the sound.
Most people ran away from a storm. Mina ran into them.
Besides, at least dying would help her escape the dreadful monotony of this place and its people.
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Bring it on, Tiny. If Banner recognizes her, it hasn't sunk in through for the Hulk yet; there's adrenaline and confusion from the drop and the fight, and it will take her getting closer for it to click.
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Even after all of her experience, dealing with Kindred and the True Fae and whatever else crawled through the night, making a nuisance of itself, she felt ill-prepared for this. The goddamn thing was enormous. And she could see bodies. Bodies she rather wished were still alive. The lab coats were...
...well, no matter.
She took a step back, pressing the blade of the scalpel against her wrist, hard enough to feel a prick, but not hard enough to draw blood. Not yet. She wasn't entirely sure which spell she would even use for this situation.
So she waited to see what the creature would do.
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In all actuality, Clint really was more of an early riser as long as he had a pot of coffee in hand. Sometimes he was lucky enough to go grab a bagel from somewhere but that really wasn't the case here. There was no stopping at a little corner store where they had ready-to-eat food. He did, however, find a can of peaches which made as good a meal as any when he'd just woken up from what he would call a small coma. Clint had put it in his mind that he would make another pot of coffee for Galen and Phil after he was done with his own and went on a run.
Plans however changed as the minutes went by. The crash was not something he would miss. He had excellent senses and he was not deaf.
The archer's normal hour to an hour and a half of wandering around still half-unconscious was knocked down to a few short seconds before he had made his way out to where the noise originated from. Boots, forgotten. Bow, in hand. Coffee pot, that was in his inventory as well. Standing in the middle of the snow in nothing but a tank-top and boxers, priceless. For everything else there was...the Hulk? He stood there for a moment as Hulk held out the scientist before dropping his bow.
If there was one thing he knew, walking up to the Hulk with a weapon usually meant someone got smashed. And it was typically not the Hulk. Instead he moved closer, remaining a safe distance before taking a sip of his quickly chilling coffee. "Hey there, Jade Jaws. Get a new friend while you were away, big guy?" Safe distance meant not in arm's reach. But he knew how fast the Hulk could move. He wasn't stupid.
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"Cupid." Oh, well. That's not what he was looking for. He was looking for more of these white coats to smash. He abruptly turns away from Cupid and turns in a circle, looking for any sign of where he was, for something worth smashing, but there's nothing he can do except spike this scientist against the ground, and he isn't going to do that. He guesses he'll talk to Cupid then. He picks up the scientist's head -- by pinching his hair -- so Cupid can see his face.
"Prisoner. They had the Hulk prisoner." Well, no. They had Banner prisoner. The Hulk didn't have time for that shit.
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Clint blinked for owlishly for a brief moment before realizing the comment was an acknowledgement of him. Normally he'd correct a person. But the Hulk wasn't really someone people corrected. He shrugged a bit at the comment, more to himself than anything. It could've been a lot worse. He watched the poor schmuck scientist that was in the Hulk's hands before looking back up at the big guy. "Big guy, 'm pretty sure you ain't the one they had prisoner. It was the other guy." He pointed out before pointing to the scientist with a smile tugging a bit at his lips. "They wouldn't be able to take you. Scientists can tend to be a little on the puny side, right?"
He stepped a little closer to the Hulk, eyes on the scientist. Well, this isn't something he had expected. The Hulk getting them some answers. Even if the answers were a little beaten up right now and shell-shocked.
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So Tony goes for walks, now that he’s healed enough to do it. It’s not much, but it makes him feel vaguely useful and it keeps him out of the house, away from the possibility of falling asleep. Win-win for everybody.
He’s near the upper part of town when the earth shakes, but there’s no ocean to fall into this time and he’s not drunk. It’s got an odd feel to it, this earthquake, and having lived in California for so long, Tony’s become accustomed to earthquakes. It doesn’t feel like tectonic plates shifting, it feels like an impact. So naturally, unsurprisingly, he goes to investigate.
Tony’s not expecting the Hulk, evident in the way he comes to an abrupt stop immediately upon catching sight of him. “That you, Jolly Green?” Because it’s dark enough, and the place is strange enough, that he knows not to so quickly trust his senses. Besides, he doesn’t want to hope. Moving closer, ignoring the common sense that would tell other people to run, he walks right up to him. “Hulk?”
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"Tin Man." He sounds... not annoyed seeing him. That's like being glad. "You're a prisoner too." He squints, information tugging at the back of his brain, and he picks his gaze up to the buildings beyond them. He's still holding the unconscious scientist, who's dangling like a rag doll from under his arm.
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“Where have you been?” It comes out sharper than Tony means it too, and never mind that the Hulk just raised a hand to him, he moves forward until he’s right in his space, glaring up at him. “I’ve looked—We’ve been looking everywhere for you and we couldn’t find you. I thought you were dead. I thought they killed you and I’ve spent—Are you okay?” Mid-sentence, he changes tone, worry replacing agitation. “What happened to you? Did they hurt you?”
And belatedly, he realizes that they’re not alone. Pointing to the dangling scientist, Tony asks, confused, “Who the hell is that?”
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Then the sky opens.
Steve really hates when that happens and Thor's not around.
But then he sees, in the dark, something very large. Something very large and, as he squints, totally definitely green. He starts running until he gets close to the ground, at which point he gets down and ducks under the shield. If he wasn't healed from his poison, he'd have tumbled over. But he's back up and running, slows down before he gets to the big guy in case he's not into seeing his friends.
Apparently he's got friends. He notes the dead scientists around him and he should be sorry they're dead, but they made a choice when they kidnapped Dr. Banner and, from what it appears, tried to get him into a lab. He circles around, because he thinks coming up from behind might involve getting tossed into the ocean from here. Curiously, he seems to like the one in his arms more than the others...
"Hulk, I'm glad to see you," he says. "But you gotta put that guy down. Don't worry, I've got him."
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He looks at the prisoner hanging under his arm, clearly unconscious or maybe even dead, and he snarls.
"Not a guy; prisoner."
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She skids to a stop when she sees the Hulk, the two dead scientists, and... does the Hulk have a live scientist? Yes.
She rests a hand on the grip of her gun, the other on her knife hilt. She approaches more carefully, her eyes drifting to the Hulk, but just as much focusing on the scientist in his arms. Her expression is decidedly greedy. What she wants to do when she gets her hands on him...
For now, though, she merely watches. This is a new Hulk for her. She doesn't want to misstep. She'll let Steve handle it.
For now.
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"Gonna stand over there all day?" he snaps, egging her forward.
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Her house is close to the woods, and she hears the impact. That puts an end to the undisturbed peace. She could ignore it. She should ignore it, really, but she can't. She's worried, people might be hurt, it could have been another earthquake. Who's to say there aren't people who are hurt again? Maybe she can actually do something about it this time.
It's early enough that she's sure no one else will be up, and she is at least sure that no one else has responded to the crash quite as quickly so she's not so worried about flying. When she appears though she notices how wrong she is, there's no earthquake but there definitely is something out here, and the initial shock sends her turning to hide behind the tree she's just landed next to, and she lets out a few slow breaths before turning and sticking her head out again to get a closer look.
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Did he just see someone appear out of thin air? Magic. He bears his teeth and stomps forward, toward where the magic girl mistakenly thinks a tree's going to save her from the Hulk. Even if she has magic. Especially if she has magic.
"Come out, or the Hulk will drag you out."
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"You've got to be kidding me."
He just looks up at the very large.... green... "What the hell are you?"
Shockingly, he's not scared. But he's a hunter so well, used to the weird things in the world.
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"Angry," he snaps. "What the hell are you?"
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At that awful crash, though, he went off running -- towards it, of course. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, along with Shonsu's bloodthirsty desire for a fight. Still, the sight of what he found was enough to make even Shonsu draw up short in alarm, one hand hovering over his shoulder at the hilt of his sword.
"And what do we have here?"
Wallie's hesitation was brief, and his words mostly for himself. He drew his sword, but held it low and forced himself to hold his ground, despite all Shonsu's urges to run forward into battle. A sword would do little good against a creature like this.
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"A fight if you're looking for one," he snarls. "Are you with them?" He jerks his head at the dead scientists around him.
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He wasn't out in the woods to begin with, as some were, but even weary as he is it's difficult to fail to notice the expulsion of that much energy so suddenly. And so he's come to investigate. Come to look, and what he's found is most intriguing.
It's been long enough since their last meeting from Loki's perspective that whatever fear he might have held for the creature has long since faded to something more like healthy respect, itself mitigated further by a less-than-healthy curiosity.
And so he approaches... cautiously. Though likely not cautiously enough.
"I don't know what possessed them to think they could keep you."
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Baring his teeth, he takes a menacing couple of steps forward, still clutching his prisoner. He can take on this loser with one hand.
"Banner is weak. Just like you."
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She tosses onto her other side, but the shouting doesn't stop. The pillow over her head doesn't help, either.
After a couple minutes, she stumbles to the window and throws it open. "SHUT THE FUCK UP. PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP."
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"YOU SHUT YOUR PUNY MOUTH." There. That'll do it.
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If he hadn't lived in one of the houses that nearly backed onto the woods he might not have heard the booming crash, but as it was, he was sitting bolt upright, his senses way ahead of his thoughts, just sitting there looking disheveled and half asleep. It was actually the all too familiar growl that came after the crash that made him perk up.
"Shitshitshit," He grumbled as he jumped out of bed and barely remembered to grab a pair of jeans to tug on as he thumped down the stairs and ran out the door. He sprinted in the direction of a few yells, crashes and more growling, easily finding the Hulk in the middle of a clearing of half broken trees.
"Hulk!" He shouted and then paused, tilting his head in obvious curiosity at his prisoners, giving the guy in the white coat a snarl of his own as his claws popped out.
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"I know you?" he snaps.
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