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[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Swap meet.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Sukkardi the 14th of Haneden
Notes:

• Swap Meet Spreadsheet: Pre-chosen swaps are green. Assigned are blue. There were a few characters that were selected more than once, so objects were assigned on a first-come first-serve basis. If you have any issues or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact the mod team.
• For objects that might not be immediately apparent as belonging to their owners, there may be a picture or name attached, or players are welcome to have their characters ~just know~ it's for them. Drr drr drr, bb.
• Party post nights are a great time to come join the chatroom.
• The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.

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.

Comments

[hehaseatenthepancake]

To say that Brian's initial statement was enough to boil over Hellboy's temper would be putting it lightly, but at the same time, it kindles a bit of hope that he didn't consciously realize he was harboring. It's not like Hellboy hasn't seen how life and what lies beyond isn't always so cut and dried. He himself had come back from the dead once. The conflict between blinding rage and uncertain hope leaves him simply stunned, slack-jawed and incredulous while the rest of Brian's explanation rattles around in his head hollowly. I am him. Re-incarnated, if you want.

In the moment of silence that follows, Hellboy's temper is sufficiently cooled that his reply, rather than coming from his fists, is instead a rather incredulous, "No way." With the tension broken, he lets out a gruff chuckle, that skepticism mixed with the hopeful and why not and the curiosity that makes him an investigator and not just a monster-killing thug. "Prove it."

It's a challenge, but it's also a chance.

[walkinemptylands]

Oh that's just great. That's just great-- he had to think back thousands of years ago, to another lifetime, when his memories of this place weren't even that clear. There's a beat of silence as he considers what he can remember of the Guild Hall, the missions, the offices--

Their desks.

"There's a picture on your desk. An old black and white one. You were just a baby, I think? Small, anyway. And you were surrounded by soldiers, and your father."

[hehaseatenthepancake]

There are only a few people outside the guild who know about the picture. Certainly no one who would just blab about it to a newly-arrived stranger, no matter how familiar his face may be. It's good enough proof for Hellboy.

"Well, son of a gun," he says, with his terrible smile. "How the hell are you?" He steps back out of Brian's space to get a better look at him, then picks up the dagger and presents it on the palm of his mighty right hand. "Guess I get to give this to you, then. Again."