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kore_logs2012-12-17 11:16 pm
greenisnteasy) wrote in kore_logs2012-12-17 11:16 pm
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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He gestures to the town as they move toward it. "It's got a bunch of dilapidated houses with some really fucking ugly furniture. There's next to no food because we've eaten it all and there's surprisingly not a grocery store anywhere around. And if it wasn't for the appliances, which, I might add, look like rejects from the Seventies, I'd start to think we're in some kind of Amish paradise, the way there's next to nothing technologically advanced about the place."
Which is odd in and of itself. To say nothing of the fact that before he'd woken up here, he'd been wearing his suit.
"Over there," he points toward the distance. "Is the ocean. It's great for a brisk, icy swim. Or drowning, if that's more your style." He glances up at the Hulk, smirking. "What do you think so far?"
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"Needs more exit doors," is his appraisal of the lay of the land. He turns and looks into the woods. "What's back there?"
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Tony's gaze follows that of the Hulk, and for a moment, the levity bleeds out of his expression. "Giant robot versions of you. And apparently robot bears, but I haven't seen them. That's where we went when we went looking for you and Bruce. But we didn't get very far."
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"Robot Hulks?" He growls lowly. "Hulk is the strongest there is." But if those are as strong as the metal monsters they already threw at him, well, he's not too concerned. He starts stomping back in the direction of town, even if the idea of entering it gives him some pause.
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He falls silent then, walking alongside the Hulk with his eyes on the town, scanning the houses and the ground between them for signs of movement. Will the people freak out when they see him? Tony doesn't know. There are a lot of people here who know the Hulk, but there are a lot who don't.
"You gonna be okay? If you need me to run interference with anyone or, I don't know, play public relations guy, I will."
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"Hulk's okay," he says decisively. He doesn't say no, though.