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[Hellboy has a bad feeling about this. He’s been prowling around the barrier since the moment the Turtle hit bottom, and he hasn’t stopped since. The corpses in the water were unnerving, and when they started to stir in their watery graves, he learns he has every right to be worried.

Technology really isn’t his favorite thing. That’s why Hellboy tries his best to avoid using the network as much as he can. But seeing those horrible things pressing themselves against the barrier like a pack of hungry, undead kids in a candy store means it’s time to suck it up and try his hand at a PSA. If things really do end up going to crap, maybe it’ll count for something.

So early in the unwavering dark of an undersea afternoon, he stations himself in one of the console cafés somewhere near the edge of the city, doing his best to prepare for the worst.]

Hope this thing’s as zombie-proof as it is waterproof.

[Yeah… right. As if it’s ever that simple.]

Just in case anyone didn’t notice, we have a few visitors outside trying to drop by uninvited.
I’ve heard people have been able to travel in and out of the barrier pretty easily. That means there’s a good chance those things might find their way through.

My advice… don’t panic. Stay home, stay away from the barrier.

If anyone has enough firepower to blow up or burn a zombie, let me know. I know we’ve got some talented people out there. Would probably be a good idea to have people out and ready just in case.

[So this is Hellboy trying to be proactive without stirring up too much of a panic. It’s not his usual style, but he does the best he can. There’s really no way of preparing for something like this. But if things really do start going south, prepared or not, it’s gonna get ugly. So he’ll be out there, and he’ll be waiting.]

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Firepower, huh? [Haw haw.]

You got it. [He knew you'd be in, Liz. But here's hoping you're not the only pyrokinetic on this island of talented people, because a blaze big enough to take care of these guys is gonna leave behind a hell of a lot of damage.] What do you say, ready to flambe a few thousand zombies?

[Damage is a given, but Liz is planning on doing everything she can to make sure there are no screw-ups on her end.]

Can't think of a better way to spend an evening.

I've got the firepower. And some armor.

What kind of firepower are we talking? Because these things... you blow holes in 'em and they usually keep right on coming. Has to be big enough that it leaves nothing left.

[ That's definitely not what he expected to hear. ]

Does a bullet at least slow them down? I do have some grenades, but I wouldn't want to use them except if absolutely necessary.

Now I don't know too much about these guys specifically, but from my experience, bullets just tend to piss them off. I'd say in a pinch, those grenades just might come in handy.

I'll keep it in mind, definitely.

[ He's already mentally taking stock of his ammunition. As soon as he gets off this call he'll be strapping on his armor plates and arming up. ]

You happen to be military?

[He hopes so. From the moment these things started waking up, he knew they'd need an army if worst came to worst. Obviously that's not something within their resources, so he'll take what he can get. How else would someone get their hands on grenades and armor? Unless he's just some weapon-happy idiot with grenades and armor. Both are likely, but he's hoping for the former.]

[ He nods, ]

Special forces Marine.

[ Which was a lot easier to say than to explain Project Freelancer's independent status, or the fact he was no longer with the Project. In fact he'd been more of a mercenary than anything by the time he'd been brought here, but his training was what was in question. ]

[Hellboy nods. The simple answer is all he really needs. He's spent most of his life surrounded by military types and he knows that training is gonna be pretty damn useful right about now.]

I'm by the barrier, keeping an eye on things outside the city. Wouldn't be a bad idea to have some people out patrolling the streets.

[He knows zombies aren't the usual military fare, but much as he wishes, he can't be everywhere at once. This guy's about as close to a trained agent as he's gonna get around here.]

That's what I'm intending to do. My armor will be a lot better protection than most will have.

All right.

[He had a feeling. Good on you, pal. Stuff like this can shake even the staunchest military personnel. He's seen it happen more than once.]

Good luck.

[After this's over, he'll have to get in contact with him again. Maybe recruit him for Liz's Bureau cause. They could use people with military training.]

[You.

Well, she's seen this creature fight. Better than nothing.]

Your advice? You think we require it?

[Great. He gets to talk to this lady again. He can barely contain his excitement.

There's a long pause before he can think of the right way to phrase his response. But either way, he's sure she's bound to criticize that too. The tone of his voice is flat as usual, but with a small hint of strain that tells his patience with her is starting to wear thin.]

Plenty of people out there who think they might be able to take these things head-on. If you're smarter than that, great. You don't need my help.

[Oh, Hellboy. It's cute that you know her so well already.]

It does not matter one way or another. Death changes nothing here. Let them learn from experience. It is the best teacher.

...Right.

[You're saying this to a guy who's already died and come back before, not long before his venture onto the Turtle. Death always changes something. It touches you in ways that you'll never be the same again, puts a black, empty spot on your heart that you know will never be washed clean. Whether they'd just come back or not, he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

So her comment pisses him off more than a little, but the last thing he's going to do is bother getting existential. He's sure that would only be a waste of breath.]

Tell that to the few thousand zombies out there who want to turn us into lunch.

[Aisha's heart is black all the way through to begin with.]

I don't imagine that listening is one of their acquired skills.

[Sarcastic humour. Her favourite kind.]

Wow, you're funny.

['least they have that in common. Too bad Hellboy's not in any kind of mood to give a crap. The scowl on his face says he thinks she's anything but.]

Then by all means, waste your petty words on the deaf.

[It seems like no matter what he does, there's always someone out there to give him flak for trying to do a good thing. This woman seems to be one of those reoccurring pains in his ass.]

Listen, lady. I'm just trying to help some people, here. You don't like it, that's too damn bad.

[there is very much a tone of mockery in her voice.]

So you cannot take the words of a detractor? How can you possibly hope to be seen as someone worth listening to or emulating?

[Mock all you want. He's had about enough of this crap.]

No. I'm not gonna listen to someone who thinks letting people die is a great teaching aid. I don't give a crap if it's permanent or not.

It is a weak man that chooses to ignore that which he does not like. Keep that in mind.

[Annnnd she disconnects the conversation.]

[People have been trying to tell him that for the last sixty years. And no matter who or what is trying to stand in his way, he'll always have these two words:

Screw you.]

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