321/This Job Can Be A Real Drain

This Job Can Be A Real Drain
Date of Scene:	08 May 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Hellboy, Winter Soldier, Green Lantern (Jordan), Claire Temple

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Hellboy has posed:
CURRENTLY

Location: The Night Nurse's Place

"Ow!" Hellboy says, wincing. "That can't possibly just be iodine. You add some sriracha to that or somethin'?"

He sits on a chair that's far too small for him in the cramped room, his arms tight at his sides due to the lack of space.

"So, anyway, like I was sayin'. This all started 'cuz I was told to investigate a ghost train on the subway. Figured, maybe it was just a car full of ghosts lookin' for one last ride before heading elsewhere. You know, same old same old..."

AN HOUR AGO

Location: Hell's Kitchen Subway

"Red to base," Hellboy calls over the radio as he walks along a closed length of track. "Not seein' any ectoplasmic residue so far. You know those ghost trains leave so much goo they might as well be tur--"

He stops, staring at a 5-foot-tall pile of not-pudding. "Scratch that. But it don't smell ectoplasmic."

As he says that, the tunnel begins to shake as something large begins to move toward him. It resembles nothing so much as a giant, tunnel-sized grub with a mouth filled with pincers and needle-sharp teeth. It gnashes its mouth as it scurries through the tunnel, directly toward Hellboy.

"...well, that ain't great," he replies as it bears down on him.

ALSO AN HOUR AGO BUT ELSEWHERE

Location: Oa

"Are you /certain/ of that?" Salaak all but shouts into the communications system, before he turns and punches in an intricate series of commands into his computer.

"Attention Green Lanterns of Sector 2814! The Willpower-Eating Eelworms of Kol-bu-zarn have escaped their exhibit at the Monstrous Menagerie and slipped sideways through space-time toward Earth! Be ready!"

Winter Soldier has posed:
The question of the moment now is this: just what in the hell is the Winter Soldier doing in a subway tunnel under Hell's Kitchen?

Though maybe a better question is this one: why //wouldn't// he be in a subway tunnel under Hell's Kitchen? It's a great way to get from place to place when you're not dressed too appropriately for street-level Manhattan. The 'last seen' of his target was somewhere in Harlem, and, well, there's a lot to be said for just methodically combing your way down the island when you have few other clues as to where he might have gone. So far, that's landed him in Hell's Kitchen.

Which leads us back to now.

Now the thing is, the Winter Soldier operates best when no one knows he's even there. On the other hand, he also operates best when he can actually get to the places he wants to go, and there's currently a gigantic grub nearly the entire diameter of the tunnel putting a damper on that.

Some distance down the tunnel behind Hellboy, hidden around a corner in a contemplative crouch, the Winter Soldier weighs the pros and cons of trying to find some other way around versus 'seeing what this guy can do about the subway's sudden vermin problem.'

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Halo Jordan is flying towards Earth right at the time he gets a direct communique from Salaak. Wincing at the volume control issue the GL on Oa has, Hal responds with a, "Copy that. The Willpower-Eating Eelworms of Kol-bu-zarn have escaped their exhibit at the Monstrous Menagerie and slipped sideways through space-time toward Earth. I am almost there now Salaak. Thanks for the heads up!" Willing himself up to top atmospheric speed, Hal heads to the location where the commotion seems to be coming from...Hell's Kitchen.

    "Ring, have you located the coordinates of the Space/Time disturbance that would be our WEEs? And what do they look like?" A green representation of the creature appears in front of him, in a small form. "Now that is one ugly creature. Huh." The ring states, "Anomaly located. Coordinates locked, Green Lantern." Hal Jordan's will takes hold, and he moves towards where the ring told him the creatures would be. "Ah man, it had to be the swears didn't it? Sheesh."

Claire Temple has posed:
"It's saline," replies the Night Nurse, her voice imbued with deep, deep suffering. "You're being a gigantic baby at saline."

This is certainly not how she saw herself tonight, but has and could and will she ever predict a typical night of treating vigilantes and metahumans? Her street contacts got her in touch with tonight's patient: and, well, with the additional note he was doing something for the good of Hell's Kitchen, he's getting the red carpet treatment.

Her eyebrows lifted at first sight of Hellboy. But if Claire is good at anything, it's adaptation. Plus, she's a New Yorker. She's seen weirder.

Her biggest armchair still is an iron maiden on him. Her cramped, crumbling apartment barely admits her, and for Hellboy, it's a patient lesson in claustrophobia. At least the Night Nurse makes good company.

Genuine amusement reflects in her eyes as she leans in, gloved hands seeing to a battery of lacerations down his left arm. The story invokes a soft laugh from Claire. "Ghost trains. Is that ghosts on a train, or is the train a ghost too? Do they have better service than the 7? 'Cause if so, I'm going to be pissed."

Hellboy has posed:
CURRENTLY

"/You're/ being a gigantic baby at saline," Hellboy retorts, making an even uglier face than usual at Claire. "And thanks," he adds in a nigh-incomprehensible mumble.

As the Night Nurse works her medical magic, the red-skinned harbinger of doom clears his throat. "Well, it wasn't a ghost train. I really wish it were, though, because then it wouldn't have hurt so much. Ghost trains just make you feel gross and dirty when they get their spectral slime or goo or whatever all over you. This thing, though..."

BACK TO AN HOUR AGO

Hellboy tumbles end over end while the giant worm races through the tunnel, attempting to scrape the man into its gnashing, slobbering maw. Hellboy manages to gain just enough of a hold with his right hand on one pincer to avoid being eaten, but his feet dangle dangerously close to the dagger-like shredders serving as its teeth.

"Why didn't I bring any OFF spray?!" he shouts to no one in particular. The worm, meanwhile, tries to shake him off as best it can, given its size--and growing larger in Hellboy's proximity, to the point where it seems like it might begin to threaten the structural integrity of the tunnel itself ... and it continues on, only a few blocks from the next station--one that's likely filled with strong-willed New Yorkers at this time of evening.

Winter Soldier has posed:
He's ostensibly shouting to no one in particular. But someone does hear him.

That someone is, with very deliberate aplomb, attaching a grenade launcher to the barrel of his rifle. It's not that he cares about all the people in the station towards which the worm is heading, per se. He does care about getting past the thing and down the tunnel, however, and also about not getting caught in the collapse if this thing brings the tunnel down around them.

He slides a grenade into the launcher. Didn't that uppity nurse live somewhere around here, too? It'd be inconvenient if her services stopped becoming available.

A vague whistling slings past Hellboy, where he grapples with the worm in close quarters. He might register the sight of a grenade moments before it -- very neatly -- tries to complete its parabolic arc in the thing's open jaws. And then explode.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Hal Jordan arrives just in time to see a scene out of a bad "B" movie horror movie. Hearing Hellboy talk about an OFF spray, Hal maneuvers just above the water, and brings his ring and will power to bare. Spotting WS's grenade as it "plunked" into the creatures jaws, Hal adds, "Hey there! Try this on for size!" Maneuvering closer, Hal wills a set of giant "jaws of life" with a green wall into existence, and holds the pincers in the creatures mouth open so it doesn't take a bite out of the red skinned...demon? Monster? Mutant? Whatever he was, Hal was trying to keep the creature from eating him. And the grenade from exploding anywhere but in the creatures mouth, without taking Hellboy with it. Through gritted teeth, Hal says, "Gentlemen. I'm Green Lantern. This creature is a Willpower-Eating Eelworm of Kol-bu-zarn and it escaped its exhibit at the Monstrous Menagerie, slipping sideways through space-time and is now here." Grunting in effort, Hal adds, "I just call it a WEE for short." Wait...a willpower eating eelworm...hmmm.

Claire Temple has posed:
The nurse's mouth crooks at Hellboy's stellar rejoinder, good-humour briefly dispelling some of the sleepy shadow from her face. She lets it go without a quip in rebuttal, though. She's a saint like that.

Also, Claire appreciates herself a good thank you.

"It's what I'm here for," she answers graciously. And then the moment ends when she /does/ apply the iodine.

Listening as she undertakes the torture of cleaning his many, many cuts -- in the shapes of teeth, no less? -- Claire stops as she finds something else seared along Hellboy's chest. "Wait, are those burns?"

Hellboy has posed:
CURRENTLY

"Uh...yeah," Hellboy replies, looking down at his chest, and he holds up his left arm with his right hand. A similar burn can be traced along the forearm.

"It's a bit complicated. I may not remember all these details right, 'cuz there was some downright /wacky/ shit said. And I'm sayin' that as a guy who regularly looks for /ghost trains/ and other phenomena of that caliber."

He sighs and lets his arm drop back to his side.

"So, where was I? Oh, yeah..."

AN HOUR AGO

Barely able to register the Winter Soldier's grenade fired just past him into the creature's mouth, Hellboy can only begin to mouthe "OH SHI--"

***EXPLOSION SOUND!***

The back half of the worm disintegrates, coating the tunnel behind it in a thick layer of neon viscera. The front half, meanwhile, is slowed but attempts to drag itself further through the tunnel--although its pincers are suddenly held open by the newly-arrived Green Lantern.

As the worm is halted momentarily, Hellboy is flung through the air and several dozen feet up the tunnel, bouncing and then skidding along the ground until he lands on the third rail. The sudden burst of electricity causes him to leap off it in pain, an electrical burn thick across his chest and left arm.

When Hellboy is able to stand, his left arm hanging at his side, he listens to the Lantern's words and offers a confused expression. "Buddy," he calls, "I don't understand most of what you just said. But if you know all that, I'm hopin' you know a way to deal with this thing!" He looks around for the Winter Soldier. "Please tell me there's more o' them grenades, too!"

Meanwhile, the worm's massive wound begin to close, albeit in an incredibly slow manner. The worm's pincers strain against Jordan's construct, and what legs it still has look for purchase along the tunnel walls to push itself closer to him, more and more frantically--as if it can smell the immense amount of willpower within him.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Even the Soldier has to wince a little on seeing Hellboy flung onto the third rail -- but the guy just leaps right back off it again with little more than a burn to show for it. Brows lift behind the Winter Soldier's mask, but he doesn't have too much time to think about that.

The arrival of the so-named Green Lantern has Winter Soldier squinting upwards warily -- especially when the guy manifests a giant set of green jaws-of-life out of nowhere. His clarifications as to what the thing are don't make much more sense to him than they apparently did to Hellboy, but he's hoping the same thing -- someone who knows that much hopefully knows how to get rid of the thing.

Of course, his grenade was pretty effective as well, which has Hellboy looking around and inquiring about it. "There's more," returns the laconic voice of the Winter Soldier. He's only partially visible farther down the tunnel, a masked form in leathers carrying a rifle, with the expected grenade launcher attached. "I wasn't aiming to use 'em all up on an ... eelworm --"

But he might have to, is the unspoken conclusion. The worm lunges back towards Hellboy, scrabbling for purchase with its legs. The rifle's barrel snaps up and the Soldier burst-fires straight at whatever might pass for the thing's eyes, a delaying tactic while he reaches for another grenade. "Seems to like you a lot..." he remarks to the red-skinned giant of a man.

The reason it might not be able to smell much off the Winter Soldier, meanwhile, doesn't bear thinking about.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Hal Jordan makes note of the WEE's demonstrated abilities and says, "Ooops. Glad you survived the blast. I guess I'll have to try something else. Hmmm." Looking over at WS, Hal adds, "Nice shot. A bit explosive, but it does the job." Thumbing back towards Hellboy with his left hand, Hal adds, "Looks like he can take a beating with just a few scraps and bruises." Hal continues to float above the sewage, and tries to consider a way to deal with this, without contravening the safety of the people that were located just down the tunnel, and his new comrades-in-arms.

    "I just might have a way to deal with it...I hope." Concentrating, Hal Jordan asks, "Ring, do you have anything on file that would allow us to defeat this creature suvccessfully, with minimum loss of life? "

    Hal Jordan feels the creature eating through his green willpower barrier, just like it was a wall sized juicy melon, using the willpower of everyone in the room to regenerate. Gritting his teeth in concentration, Hal hopes that the ring comes up with something. The ring chimes in. "Many eels of all different types are usually disarmed or killed by large quantities of salt." Hal pauses, and says, "Thanks ring. Everyone, we can try salt...anyone know how we can get some?"

Claire Temple has posed:
"OK, OK, wait -- wait a second," interjects Claire's voice. Its sound carries, oh-so-vividly, every bit of the skepticism writ across her face, from the twist of her mouth to her pinched eyes.

"I /could/ ask how can even walk after the third rail, though the answer seems obvious -- you're pretty stacked, Tiny -- but I'm too busy thinking /who the hell/ uses grenades in the train tunnels?! Seriously, you just said /grenades/. I've never fought a What-The-Hell Ecta-what Earthworm I don't even know what you call it, but that's how you get the entire Hudson pouring down on you! You know what's worse than ghost train goo or alien worm crap on you? /The Hudson/." She pauses. "And I /use/ that station!" Rants and rants Claire on in incredulous sputtering.

Fortunately, her fussing seems entirely superficial, because the nurse vents it out with a deep, exaggerated breath, seeing to the careful cleaning and bandaging of those burn wounds. "So what was that about a ring?"

Hellboy has posed:
CURRENTLY

"Here's the thing," Hellboy says through gritted teeth, spasming for a moment as Claire treats his burns. His shoulder bumps a stack of boxed medical supplies all over the floor off a nearby table-top.

"Uh..." he offers quickly. "That wasn't me. But, yeah, a ring. Magic jewelry and stuff like that isn't new at all. Magic jewelry also having computers inside them or whatever, like this one did, that was surprising..."

RECENTLY

Hellboy exhales deeply. "Salt, huh? Hoo boy." He looks around the unassuming tunnel walls. "I feel /pretty/ sure we're near an industrial park, if I've got my bearings right. Depending on where we are, we might be beneath 'Better Call Salt'. Might be 'Flavor Country'. Or maybe it's called 'Sprinkle Sprinkle Little Salt' now." The demonic man shrugs with his one good shoulder. "You know ... the salt district."

The eelworm doesn't seem to care, continuing to slobber over the prospect of devouring a willpower-filled Green Lantern. It's almost panting audibly in its desire.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Nice shot, Hal says. A bit explosive, but it does the job. "That's all that matters, isn't it?" the Winter Soldier replies, probably rhetorically, as he gets another grenade free of his belt and slides it into the launcher.

The Green Lantern then starts talking to his ring. Winter Soldier slants a glance askance at him, before he seems to figure, hey, whatever floats his boat.

The solution the ring ultimately comes up with? Salt. A lot of salt. The Winter Soldier stares blankly, because the idea is patently ridiculous, but -- it might work. Whatever gets this thing out of the way; it's seriously disrupting his underground travel routes.

"I could fire this straight upwards," he says, with a waggle of the grenade launcher, "but that seems like it would be a profoundly shitty idea --"

He aims and fires straight at the creature's face instead, seeking to stun it and temporarily distract it from sucking on the Green Lantern's power reserves. He feels like the flying guy might have better odds at getting at this salt.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    CURRENTLY: Moving from the shadows, and looking over at WS, Hal Jordan, without a scratch on him, grins and says, "You know, she's got you there. It would have put a damper on everything if that tunnel had collapsed. Heh." Waving his right hand in the air, the one with the ring, Hal Jordan says, "Green Lantern Power Ring. Does some great stuff when I will it into effect. Not quite magic jewelry HB." Hal smiles, and lets Hellboy continue his tale without too much interruption.

    PAST: "Really? "Better Call Salt"? Huh. I had no idea there was a SALT district." Noting the enthusiasm of the creature, Hal Jordan tries to stay out of his maw, floating back out of its reach. It almost had him though, and would have caught him in its maw if it hadn't been for Winter Soldire. "Damn! Thanks my friend! That was close!" Moving back, Hal nods, and says, "Okay. Well, if you guys can hold down the fort here, I'll be right back." Moving to the roof, Hal Jordan simply...phases into it and heads to the surface.

    Within seconds, Hal returns, and says, "Not bad HB! You are right. About 50 meters that way..." Pointing down towards the tunnel where the creature was heading, "...is directly under the "Salt-a-licious" factory warehouse. Perfect for a trap. We just need to get it there, and leave the rest up to me."

Claire Temple has posed:
"Hell's Kitchen does /not/ have a salt district," Claire Temple corrects sputteringly, almost sounding indignant. She pauses. Her hands stop mid-bandaging. "...You forgot Killing Me Softly With His Salt and American History NaCl. Right on the same block."

The nurse pauses again, and entreats a look back on the Green Lantern, also making temporary home in her makeshift apartment-turned-clinic. At least she would have made him a mean cup of coffee. "We really don't have a salt district," she tries and fails to convince anyone here. "And thank you for backing me up. Do not get that enough at all."

She thumbs her gloved hands through an array of sutures to look for something Hellboy-sized. "But, please, keep going."

Hellboy has posed:
CURRENTLY

"Here's the thing," Hellboy says, large globs of ooze plopping onto the floor off of his jacket. "I could try to punch or shoot that thing all day. The other guy was tearing it to pieces. But, if there's /one thing/ you learn on the job, it's that the most unlikely approach often ends up making sense, somehow. So when someone flies in with a magic ring, you don't bother with the grain of salt. So to speak..."

RECENTLY

"The salt district is pretty small compared to some others. But it's trying to /catch up/," Hellboy says, breaking into a grin. Then, the Winter Soldier fires a second grenade at the worm's face, and Hellboy's face and jacket look like Godzilla sneezed on them.

The worm roars in pain or anger or maybe both, who even knows anymore? and bursts forward, trying to catch the Green Lantern before he phases upward. Its desired meal denied it, the worm's attention focuses on Hellboy, and it scurries forward as best it can, significant shorter in length than it was but no less hungry or terrible-looking.

In response, Hellboy begins running--and does so all the faster when Jordan returns to note the proximity of a suitable salt deposit. "I read about that one! You'll never guess which hip-hop group has a stake in it!" He pauses a beat. "Yeah, that's right! TLC!"

The worm replies by slashing at the back of his jacket with its pincers.

CURRENTLY

"You should have mentioned 'Salt I Wanna Do Is Have Some Fun' if you wanted to show off," Hellboy adds. "Yeah, that's right. I don't want no scrubs."

Winter Soldier has posed:
CURRENTLY

The Winter Soldier isn't at the patch-up party. The Winter Soldier doesn't do parties.

What he does do is watch, from a far distant rooftop, through the 10x telescopic sight mounted on his M2010, because these people intrigued him, and he wants to make sure Claire is still there and didn't fall victim to the Salt Incident of May 2025 after the fact.

After a time, satisfied, he packs up and leaves.

SOME TIME AGO

Looks like his guess about Hal having the best chance of locating The Salt was correct -- the guy just straight-up phases through the ceiling. He's back practically before the dust and ooze and assorted worm-viscera settle from the Winter Soldier's second grenade, pointing out the location of a great salt source up ahead.

The worm is still in the Soldier's way, the direction it's going, so he's pretty invested now in seeing this entire bizarre sidebar through. The worm continues to ignore him -- there's not much willpower to suck from a man whose will is not truly his own at the moment -- which is fine by Winter Soldier.

He flattens against the subway tunnel as Hellboy barrels past, closely followed by the very angry -- if rather shortened -- worm. Once it's clear, he brings up the rear, peppering the thing's receding back with intermittent rifle fire like a sort of rudimentary cattle prod.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    PRESENT: Hal Jordan chuckles, and backs away, his hands held in front of his chest defensively. "Indeed. Tell the story right, HB. Heh. She's starting to see through your embellishments there." Hal grins and shakes his head, "I would back you up anytime, Claire is it? Hi, I'm Hal. I think we missed the intros at the start." Indeed, salt was a simple solution...but would it work?

    PAST: Watching as the next shot from WS makes a mess, Hal Jordan shakes his head and grins, "Man, I'd hate to have your drycleaning after this." Hal says to HB. Hal also considers shooting HB with a green energy dagger when he makes that last joke. Hal groans, laughs, and follows. "Almost there...." It was almost a comedy of errors. WS shooting the creature and hightailing it towards the target area, sloshing through sewage then flattening himself against the wall, and then brings up the rear. HB running like, well, hell while the creature tried to eat him. GL trying to stay out of the creature's reach, and everything oozing green viscous fluids, like a kindergartener's nose during flu season.

    As they reached the target area, and his ring lets off a loud, "DING!!!" Hal Jordan shouts, "Here goes! Fire in the hole!" With a spike of willpower from Hal into the ring, he disintegrates the ceiling right below the salt warehouse. Now, hopefully, this would be enough salt to destroy the creature...

Claire Temple has posed:
The salt thing makes Claire groan. She would probably bury her face plaintively into her hand were it not gloved with the whole sterile-workplace thing. She has gotten adept, however, at using the crook of her own elbow as a good facepalm replacement. She face-elbows long-sufferingly. "OK, no more salt puns. I don't get paid enough for this. Don't get paid at /all/ for this."

The nurse frowns emphatically at each wet, squelching drop of /some sort've shit/ making a goo puddle on her hardwood floor. Claire's mouth tics at one corner. Pretty sure that stain is not coming out. This is her life now. Shoulda been a dentist.

"Nicely met, Hal," Claire replies, however, with a bit of a sigh and a half-crooked smile. Her attention retreats to stitching. "So what happened next?"

Hellboy has posed:
RIGHT NOW

"That's about when things shriveled up faster than an ice bath," Hellboy says, trying to brush a bit of salt off a seemingly clean part of his jacket. His fingers get stuck in goop for a moment, and he unsuccessfully wipes it off on his pants.

"You don't normally take the subway, do you?" he asks. "'Cuz..."


THE PAST

The worm scrambles quickly after Hellboy and, once he's back in the tunnel, Hal Jordan--spurred on all the faster by the Winter Soldier's rifle rounds.

When the burst of concentrated willpower rises to the tunnel ceiling, the worm adjust itself so that its mouth follows, maw nearly dislocated in an effort to swallow all the willpower.

Instead, a metric ton of salt (along with concrete, steel, and other assorted rubble) is dumped into the worm's gullet. It tries to scream in agony, but the sound is effectively muffled. You know, by all the salt.

So much salt.

Hellboy, standing some distance away, finds himself knee-deep in salt.

"Gross," he says, and retrieves a cigar from inside his jacket. He raises it to his mouth, but a bit of goop from his sawn-off horns drips onto it. With an audible sigh of frustration, Hellboy flicks the cigar into the salt pile.

The worm begins to shrink, its skin mummifying as it does so. The steel and concrete pop out of its mouth as it shrinks, but the salt seems to get absorbed.

After only a few minutes, it's barely any larger than a AA battery--and it should stay that way for a few days, unless it gets some moisture back in its system first.

Next to it is the giant pile of ceiling materials that will definitely require considerable labor to clear up if the track's to be usable at all in the future.

Winter Soldier has posed:
That is a hell of a lot of salt.

The Winter Soldier skids to a stop well short of the torrent, because the last thing he needs is salt gumming up all his weapons. That's the kind of stuff that won't ever fully come out even with the most assiduous cleaning. He regards the truly spectacular effect the torrent of salt has upon the creature with incurious blue eyes, already neatly detaching the launcher from the barrel of his weapon to stow it away again.

Had to use two grenades and one magazine. Not optimal, but even worse would have been trying to share space with that thing in the subway tunnels. And now, there's something to get back to--

When next Hellboy and Hal Jordan look around, it will be to find their erstwhile third compatriot has vanished. How mysterious -- but then, he didn't seem like a people person to begin with, for whatever reason...

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    PRESENT: Hal Jordan chuckles. "Well, he makes it sound like I did all this work, when in actuality, the two of them (HB and WS) did all the heavy lifting. I was just scene filler." Seeing HB's look, Hal raises his hands up defensively again, and says, "Okay, okay. Your story. That was about the end, anyway."

    PAST: "Salty..." Hal Jordan floats forward, and utilizing a plastic container that was inside the ruble, puts the remnants of the worm inside it for return to the "Monstrous Menagerie". After sealing the container with Lantern Willpower, Hal floats towards HB.

    "Looks like our friend is gone. Ah well, I'm sure I'll see him around. I must say, without your help, this could have been very bad." Looking at the disaster area, Hal shakes his head. "I think the city is not going to be as happy with us as we would hope. Maybe discretion is the better part of valor in this case? Need a lift?"

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire Temple doesn't normally take the subways, does she?

It is a unforgettable look she levels on Hellboy, her stare as flat as a prairie highway and as dry as, oh, a good glass of wine. Or as sun-bleached bone. Or as a shrivelled alien worm after a half-ton of salt was /dropped/ on it and is now going to kill her morning commute for the next two weeks.

She sighs noisily and, in answer, knots a stitch a bit more tightly than she needs to.

Hellboy has posed:
CURRENTLY

"Funky butt loving--!" Hellboy yelps in pain. "Okay, okay, here's about where you enter the picture..."

BACK THEN

"Heh. Yeah, they'll prob'ly hate it," Hellboy replies. "I'll get in touch with my people. They're pretty good at damage control for this kinda thing." Looking up and down the tunnel, Hellboy says, "I'd at least like to get to the surface as inconspicuously as possible. There's a safehouse...ish...place I can go, not too far away, for the, uh, you know." He gestures at his chest and arm.

"You ain't a haberdasher, are ya? Or a dry cleaner? If so, I gotta doozy of a request. But I'm guessin' not," Hellboy adds with a half-shrug.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    CURRENTLY: "Indeed." As the nimbus of green energy raps around Hal Jordan, and he floats off the ground, he salutes both Claire and HB with a quick flip of his right hand." It has been great. Until next time Hellboy. Claire, nice to meet you." Adn with that, Hal is gone.

    PREVIOUSLY: "Unfortunately not. Contact your people." They are probably better at cleaning up these messes than I am. Willing a platform into effect, Hal says, "Jump on. I'll take you to the safehouse to get cleaned up." With that, they headed to Claire's.