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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-04-14 06:15 pm

Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Swap meet.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Sukkardi the 14th of Haneden
Notes:
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Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.


The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap.
cestrumnocturnum: (♦ as the skill in absolute stillness)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-04-15 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ I know, sort of a non-tag, kind of dependent on Hellboy's willingness to say 'hey', don't feel obligated! ]

News at 6, Hellboy is difficult to miss, and Benji is honestly-- fucking-- surprised to see that he is, in fact, a real person. She has seen xenians by now, of course, ones that are overtly so, but just didn't really make the connection, and none of them were quite as larger than life as this one. Saying 'hello' (and also 'sorry') seems beyond her reserves as much as she might want to, so he is on the receiving end of furtive glances when they are in roughly the same space that she doesn't mean to be rude about.

In real life, her wardrobe is more masculine, presence slightly more demure and unremarkable, but she is otherwise distinct. She is making use of the wine being at a cheaper rate than usual.
hehaseatenthepancake: (BOOM. Witches!)

[personal profile] hehaseatenthepancake 2012-04-16 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Hellboy is used to being a bit of a spectacle, but even so, he does eventually become aware of being the subject of furtive glances. Once they come to his attention, he starts looking back, and while he doesn't place her right off, there is something about her that looks familiar.

The penny finally drops when the weight of his new-old gun on his belt reminds him that he'd dreamed of having it again weeks ago. He doesn't remember the dream especially well, but thinking on it... yes. The recognition startles him a bit, and he gives her an uncertain look and a casual finger point as though to ask the question without just outright stalking over.

[ Not quite a 'hey' yet, but yes, their meeting in person is cool. ]
cestrumnocturnum: (Default)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-04-16 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ :3 ]

Oh, hello.

Turns out Benji was not being as sneaky a ninja she thought (and she really wasn't), and her first instinct is to smile, although it's clearly one of those compulsive gestures that comes with a little nervous. Rather than sidle out of the room, though, she taps her fingers against the side of her wine glass and then head on over, stepping around people rather than cutting a path.

"Hellboy, right?"
hehaseatenthepancake: (hmmmm...)

[personal profile] hehaseatenthepancake 2012-04-17 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, and you're..." It takes him another moment to finally surface the name. "Benji. You were in that dream I had, a couple weeks ago."

It's not quite accusatory, but it's definitely a little suspicious that something weird went down there.
cestrumnocturnum: (♦ i was happened to)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-04-20 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
She finds a nearby place to perch and sit, mostly out of politeness; she has the demeanour of a bird landing somewhere precarious and ready to take off at the barest hint of suggestion that she should. "That's right," Benji says, ankles crossing. "'We' had, actually. Part of it was mine, part of it was yours."

The bit with the frog people, specifically. "I'm sorry, I never usually do anything like that."
hehaseatenthepancake: (guess i go find a talking dog)

[personal profile] hehaseatenthepancake 2012-04-21 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You did... Oh." He cracks a little smile as the pieces suddenly fit together. "Dreamwalker, right?"

Some people might be incredulous or fumble towards understanding what Benji meant, but no, Hellboy is a professional.
cestrumnocturnum: (Default)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-04-21 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that a smile? Yes, Benji thinks so, it's not that difficult to tell. Just, perhaps, not what she was expecting, but seems pleased to realise. Her shoulders slouch, and she nods, the corner of her mouth turning up.

"Yes," she confirms, raking hair behind an ear in a fidget that is largely unnecessary. "You've met one before?"
hehaseatenthepancake: (friendship)

[personal profile] hehaseatenthepancake 2012-04-22 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kid, you'd be surprised what I've met in my day," he chuckles.

"Now, let's see, it's starting to come back to me a little." He rubs his forehead and scratches a little at where the skin meets the horn stumps. "The frog monsters were me. I'm guessing all the robots were you; they didn't have any swastikas on 'em. Was the apocalypse just me, or did we both contribute to the ambiance?"
cestrumnocturnum: (Default)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-04-23 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Benji gives a broader smile at this first part, as if to say that all things considered, she might not be so surprised as to what someone like Hellboy has run across. Her posture is relaxing a little, hands curled around her drink. "The robots were mine. The Department of Evolved Affairs, instead of the SS.

"But you can keep the frog people." A sip of wine, before she asks; "Your home, it looked like mine?"
hehaseatenthepancake: (pic#1082524)

[personal profile] hehaseatenthepancake 2012-04-24 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Just Nazis, not the SS per se," he corrects. "The Allies won the war in the '40s, but all the ones with the crazy science and magic went into hiding. They were pretty regular pains in my ass for a lot of years."

No, Hellboy, do not get nostalgic for the days of kicking Nazi ass. Even in the Apache, that's a bit much.

"My world doesn't look like that... yet," he says, uncomfortably. He hesitates for a moment, then sighs. "Look, I don't talk about this much, but since you've seen it, when I have a dream like that? Generally, it's about how I'm 'destined' to end the world." He takes a sip of his drink. "Which is not something I have any intention of doing, but every bug ugly back home for the last fifteen years has insisted it's gonna happen anyway."
cestrumnocturnum: (♦ they told the speechless secrets)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-04-24 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
They could possibly exchange some notes, but Benji speaks of guesswork, research, second and thirdhand stories about what the Nazis in her world did as opposed to raw experience and besides--

It is a bit much.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she says, after a second's hesitation. "If it helps, I don't do prophecy." Her heels scuff against the ground. "And I'm from New York, so this time, it was someone else. It's also not-- the whole world. Or even the whole city. We were near Ground Zero, that's all."