6610/Runnin' with the Devil

Runnin' with the Devil
Date of Scene:	22 February 2019
Location:	Triskelion - Gym
Synopsis:	Hellboy takes Nyx under his wing (he does not have wings) and tries to help her learn to throw a punch.
Cast of Characters:	Nyx, Hellboy

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Nyx has posed:
It is a pretty normal Thursday evening in the Triskelion.

Late enough that the majority of the Agents not working still have gone home for the day. The remaining Agents are those working nights for a reason. Security. Operations. Medical. Timezone liaisons for field operations. Lastly those who don't have another home right now to go to, and also of course workaholics.

Samantha falls squarely under the category that is not allowed to leave but it not locked up in one of the special cells in the security wing. Honestly she may be the only one in that category right now. She was escorted to the Gym this evening by a security Agent, full tactical gear but doesn't seem to be restrained in any way. She does have a medical sensor bracelet around her wrist and is dressed out in SHIELD fatigues without any name, rank or ID Badge.

While her minder hangs quite a ways back just watching her, the teenager has wandered past the free weights, studied them, and moved on to the punching bags. Sam appears to be sizing it up, trying to remember the stance Deputy Director May showed her. purposely making two fists with her thumbs on the outside this time, and prepping to punch the thing.

Hellboy has posed:
    For some it was late. For others, this was just the time when their work got good. In Hellboy's case, it was one of those rare situations where he had no active missions, but out of pure habit he found himself awake when other good little agents were safe in bed somewhere. Unlit cigarette between his lips, the red man was dressed simply in his coat and shorts, hooves clacking along the smooth floor of the gymnasium. With glowing yellow eyes staring from underneath the stumps of where his horns once were, the big demonic looking figure spoke out with that low, rolling smooth voice of his, directed toward the minder who stands in a very stiff, very professional stancce.

    "Hey, Phil, who's the kid? What's with the getup, is she wearing kevlar or something?"

Nyx has posed:
The minder, or Phil, looks over at Hellboy and then back to the kid he is watching. "Oh hey." he also seems bored. "Her name is Samantha Twinning, not one of us. The powers that be said she has to have an escort if she leaves medical to get some exercise. Not entirely sure why she is considered dangerous but not locked up." the guy rubs the back of his neck, ICER still holstered even. "She was rubbernecking all the way here.. oh and if this scanner goes off I'm supposed to radio it in." he shrugs.

Said teenager doesn't look dangerous. She is eyeing the the bag though and taps her fist lightly to it like she is seeing how it feels. "Okay Sam.. thumb out.. center your balance." at this point Samantha pulls back and takes a swing at the punching bag.

Which explodes and the lack of meaningful resistance sends the girl yelping in serious alarm, and pinwheeling, right through the bag and the sand as it goes everywhere and she ends up facefirst in a pile of debris.

Phil pales a lot at this point.

Hellboy has posed:
    The sandbag explodes, Phil pales, and the man in the trenchcoat doesn't seem to react at all, save for looking over at the SHIELD agent, and holding up his left hand. That one was still 'normal sized', though given the half-Demon's stature, 'normal' was a relative term.

    "I think I'm seeing the issue. Wait here a sec, I think I got an idea."

    Ignoring the "uh-oh" that prompted from the hapless and overworked Phil, the big red agent walked over to the girl on the floor as his hooves clacked loudly. That same left hand was offered downward, even as his massive right was just hanging by his side idly.

    "That was a hell of a shot, kid, that sand is gonna be sore in the morning. You ok?"

Nyx has posed:
There is much coughing and much sand. So much sand. God Samantha is going to want all the showers when she gets back to her room. Hack. Cough. "Maybe..." she wheezes and flails to accept the hand up blinking away tears and sand. Also wiping them away with her free hand "I can't believe that happened." she hacks a bit, maybe she swallowed some.

It is worth noting that hauling her up to her feet reveals she is a hell of a lot heavier than she looks. If you had to eyeball her you would imagine maybe 100lbs, 105lbs soaking wet. That is definitely not the truth of things though.

It really isn't until the girl is being hauled up to her feet that she really gets a good look at Agent Red, aka Hellboy. She doesn't jerk away or yelp again, though she looks like part of her wants to. What slips out of the teens mouth though is "HOLY Shit!?" yeah not the most tactful reaction, but also probably not the worst Hellboy has ever received. She may have dusted that punching bag with one punch, but her eyes are super wide and she is just staring up at Hellboy. She is pretty darn short all said, he has over a foot of height on her easy. "Did I die ...?"

Hellboy has posed:
    "I dunno, maybe. You hit the ground pretty hard."

    His face was impassive, an ugly mug with underbite that didn't seem to change it's expression at all...was this because he couldn't, or was he just a lowkey sort of guy by nature? It wasn't clear, but there was just a tinge of sarcasm on the edges of his words, and the tone in general didn't match the general 'tone' of the man. Tails, horns, red skin, the idea of this creature actually giving anybody 'sass' was probably beyond ridiculous for some.

    "Who taught you to punch?"

Nyx has posed:
The teens eyes widen even more when he says dunno maybe like that. She then pulls her hand back and coughs again, spitting some sand into the not small pile of sand. "I'm pretty sure I am alive... I'm not sure you can be this embarrassed in the afterlife because who cares at that point." she takes a step away from Hellboy though and starts to try to dust herself off.

"Deputy Director May taught me how to make a fist and how to stand. I figured it was safer to try it on a punching bag then to try it with an Agent though." at that point Phil over yonder pales again. Also Samantha pales at the thought of punching someone as hard as she hit that punching bag and ending up in a pile of gore. "Urk." do not be sick in front of the giant devil guy is written all over her face.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Yeah, that was a smart bet."

    Even more silence, as Hellboy touches the unlit cig hanging from the corner of his mouth, seemingly lost in thought for a few moments. Looking around at the various equipment, then over at Phil, it seemed the big man was deciding on something. Finally, with one hand HB reached down and unbuckled his baggy utility belt, with that oversized revolver hanging from it, and tossed it across the room to let it slide in a way that would have damaged a normal floor. Sniffing, HB rolled his neck for a moment, before holding up his right hand and spreading out the fingers. It looked like it was chiseled out of stone...yet somehow, it was able to move around.

    "Awright, show me that punch again. Aim for the palm."

Nyx has posed:
When he goes for the utility belt, Sam goes very very still. She hasn't missed the presence of the very big revolver hanging off his belt. When he ends up unbuckling it though she relaxes watching it just slide away from the two of them. Okay not what she was expecting.

That hand is very big. Also very stone like. It is fascinating to watch it uncurl the fingers and move though like, well like it is just part of him. Which it is. "Wait what?"

There is a look of disbelief from Samantha up to Hellboy. "Are you kidding me?" and the serious nod and look to his demeanor is enough to make the young woman swallow her follow up words and any sass. "Okay... but I better not get sent to SHIELD Gitmo for shattering your hand..."

The young woman settles back into the punching stance May showed her, she looks to be badly imitating some form of martial arts stance. Then carefully lines up the punch, tracing it once in the air and then pulls back and lets go a punch.

Little known facts. Heavy weight boxers, some of the champs, can punch with about 920 lbs of force. It takes a black belt martial artists about 687 lbs of force to break a concrete block. The punch delivered to Hellboys palm is an order of magnitude harder than that. Easily 10,000lbs of force.

Two things are evident at least concerning Samantha, she yelps in pain and is bleeding from her hand now cradling her whole arm as she whines. It is also obvious to someone in the punching business she pulled that punch afraid of hurting the big guy like the sand bag.

Hellboy has posed:
    Phil starts forward, but Hellboy looks at the man and shakes his head, holds up his left hand as warning before continuing.

    "The hand's tougher than me, and I'm pretty damn tough when it comes down to it. Which means you don't have to worry about breaking one of my nails."

    The joke goes flat, silence fills the room for a few more minutes, probably while the young girl is regenerating her fractured bones.

    "You wanna try again?"

Nyx has posed:
There is a pained small animal noise from the girl as she cradles her arm and dances a little ways back looking at her bleeding hand. That gives them both a pretty good view as new 'skin' forms over her knuckles before their eyes. "holy shit." though this time it is whispered.

Sam just stares for a very long time as the bleeding, well it isn't happening anymore. Then it dawns on her slowly that the sharp pain in her arm has faded away to a dull ache and then further by the moment, until it dwindles away.

Ever so slowly she stops cradling her arm and lifts it up turning it this way and that. "Okay.. this is new." a bit awestruck. Also oddly hungry. Sort of. Not hungry in the dinner sort of way but some other form of hunger that she can't quite put a finger on at all.

The super observant would notice her piercings are gone. All those little bits of metal just gone.

"I think.. maybe..." looking at his hand again then the girl pauses. "I.. actually I'm really hungry..." a bit of confusion in her voice. "Maybe we can do this later?" distracted as she looks around and then narrows her eyes. She just up and walks away from him as if on autopilot and crouches down grabbing a steel alloy bar for free weights and sliding her hands over it eyes closed.