10521/Weird Hex

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Weird Hex
Date of Scene: 20 March 2022
Location: Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis: Hellboy picks up Hex...literally...and sends her to the big house to be scanned for mind-control.
Cast of Characters: Hellboy, Valerie Killmore




Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy lifts his phone to take a picture of some unusual graffiti. The demon taps send with his left thumb. The text below the message says <sending> for a few seconds, then a few seconds after, the screen turns mostly black with a red and green circle on the screen. He swipes the green button across and puts the black rectangle against his ear. He doesn't say anything for a moment.
    "Yeah," he agrees. "I figured." More silence. He nods. "Alright," he finally says.
    The person on the other end is still speaking when he taps the red circle on the black screen to end the call. He stuffs the phone into his nebulous coat before pulling out an aerosol can. He grabs the cap in his teeth and pulls the rest of the can away. With neon green streaks, the huge, red demon sprays an X through the graffiti shape. He pops the top back on and smacks his lips at the gross taste as he stuffs the paint away. He begins moving, shoving his hands in coat pockets as he looks for more of the offending arcane art.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Offending?! If scratchy Cheshire cats, and odd graffiti words that make non-sensical sentences are offending... well, what isn't? The paint certainly isn't - special - unless you think that alchemical designs meant to pull in magical energies in small sips are special? And linked, and going to various things like guns, bombs, a lab, you know, it's all the usual type thing you find... no, wait. It is probably pretty offensive to an anti-magical threat group.

If that's offensive, well, the blasting music at 2am in an alleyway is probably something that's a little offensive as well. It's Hell's Kitchen though, so if the cops have been called, they aren't stopping by just marking it down. Public nuisance is the least of their worries. The screaming Killer Barbies is notable from the over-sized phone with steampunk bits and pieces on it. And that would stand out if there weren't some long blue haired woman head banging while spritzing a nearby wall. She's in the middle of finishing up a Cheshire Cat eating a stick figure woman, maybe Alice? Who knows, the words, "Scream Hate" jaggedly marked up underneath of it.

With a quick pause in her head banging, she looks up at the wall, "Well, yeah. It does kind of look like a sequel, was there a sequel? I think there was, ooooh, maybe we could film it as a prequel. Or an alternative present." A few appraising nods, "You are so much more agreeable than my 'other' pew-pew. I like the positivity, in this version though the Cat has got to win, maybe the Queen too?" A curious single eyebrow raising thought as she goes back to flicking her head about while spraying the wall, the movement enough to cause her braids to bounce about enthusiastically whipping the wall and ground as she goes.

On her person is a large pistol looking device with weird mechanical components coming off it and a 'sawed off' end, with a large calibre enough to fit large shotgun slugs or small grenades. Certainly, from anything that's been viewed of this person in the news, it's probably explosive whatever it is.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy is no slouch when it comes to sneaking around. However, this particular time, it's not that hard to approach the woman from behind. He watches her talk to...herself? The Killer Barbies? The painting? The gun? Whatever she's talking to, he listens for a moment. He takes in the woman's artwork, then the woman's hair, then the woman's behind...well, her sidearm, mostly. While his gaze is there, he mentally compares it to the oversized calibur weapons he's often handed. He considers her hair, again. It stands out, for sure. "Hey, lady," he says.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Bouncing back and forth on her feet, she rocks out left to right as the music keeps playing from her waist chain dangling mad max-ian phone. With the words coming out from behind her, Hex sees the man and just, pauses, then starts to grin a bit more, and then it turns into some laughter, as she shakes her head, and turns back to her painting, "Ohhhhhh, you. I won't be fooled this time, no sirry bob, not one bit. Hey Toots, like that'll get my attention." Holding up a finger to no one in particular, she shakes it back and forth indicating, a no. Snickering she shakes her head, "I've never killed a big red man, you aren't even trying anymore." Otherwise, she ignores Hellboy as if he isn't even there.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy raises an eyebrow. He hesitates as he regards the odd behavior. He eventually says, "...yeah." He reaches into his coat and pulls out his can of spray paint. "Excuse me," he says with practiced politeness. He grabs the cap in his teeth and pulls it out, then spray paints that neon green X through the piece the woman was working on.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"Whoa, whoa whooooooooooa now!" The much smaller, blue haired woman looks up, up up to the 7 foot tall red man. "This is NOT a neon green art piece. You have no sense of style, an X? Who... " Turning quickly to her gun, she looks down, "No, yes, I did paint the last one with neon green, but not this one." Her arm strikes up and she points at the current graffiti that is being painted over, and slumps her shoulders, "Yes, he did say Excuse me, that was, very nice of him." Turning back to Hellboy she tilts her head to the side, so that she's almost looking at him upside down, but at least at an angle, twisting her form a bit to do so, "Are you the art police? You don't look like police, I mean, where's the donut, or the coffee, or those really attractive kevlar vests they get to wear? I mean, trust me, those things are just screaming to have them get doctored up." Her eyes go wide as she talks about doctoring up bulletproof vests, and they shift back and forth a little, as if thinking about exactly how she would doctor them up.

Hellboy has posed:
    The stony Right Hand of Doom wraps around the woman's arm as she's trying to fix Hellboy's destruction of her magical mural's mojo. He only traps her arm and doesn't grip it. The fingers curl around where her elbow is like a human forming a cage with their fingers to hold a bird without hurting it. If in doubt, she can tell because all her bones in the area trapped by said fingers aren't crushed to dust.
    "Hey," he says to her. "You wanna turn off the Rock'n'Roll and focus for a second?"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Getting gripped, has a new problem for Hex's mind to focus on and solve. She goes limp, dead weight, hanging there by her elbow, twists, turns, tries to flip backwards, leaping up and curling around the arm, before dropping back down. All very quickly, dropping the spray can from that hand, she catches it with the tip of her foot, and continues to hold it off the ground, balancing it, then flicking it up, and is still bopping her head back and forth as the can comes up to her slender shoulders, where she catches it between her head, and neck, like an old timey telephone, "Hello, operator, I need some help. Yes, I'll hold." She looks up to Hellboy and using her other hand she puts a finger up to her lips, like 'shhh', "They put me on hold. Can you believe..." Then her eyes get wide, "Well, I've never." And she lets the can fall to the ground.

"What? Metal okay? I can swap it to metal, or I've got some death metal, German rock, there's a whole selection. I guess I'm taking requests. You look like a... polka kind of guy. Not my favorite, but I can tolerate it if you... are twisting my arm over it." Eying her arm that's trapped.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy grips the steampunk smartphone in his left hand and makes a fist. He drops the crumpled brass gears, shards of glass, and various electronic scraps to the ground. He does all this without breaking eye contact with the young lady in his clutches. "No Polka," he says calmly in his deep and gravely voice.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
The phone breaks apart and is near broken into itty bitty bits, and Hex just gapes, she looks down then up, then down, then up, "You could've just told me, you wanted me to play some folk music. Mister Unhappy pants." Then she turns her head a bit, trying to look, "You wear pants? I mean, with that tail, I'd think it'd be easier to go crotchless." Then she kind of presses on the hand that's got her elbow, "Huh. What's this made out of? I bet some acid made from shoelaces and velcro would definitely ... melt this off." She does move her head closer, and will get super wide eyed like she's trying to see it's molecular make-up.

Hellboy has posed:
    The Right Hand of Doom doesn't have feelings, and it's not exactly even stone, though it does look like it. Hellboy reaches for his own phone, though as the woman keeps talking, his jaw clenches, as do a few of his other muscles. The Right Hand of Doom's fingers close just slightly, which puts enough pressure on the woman's arm to let her know the demon's strength.
    Scrolling through his contacts, Hellboy taps one with his left thumb, then holds his phone to his ear. "Hey," he says. "Yeah, I found her." A pause. "Negative. She might be mind-controlled. She's kind of--" Hellboy hesitates as he looks the woman over. "--random," he says, quoting 'kids today'. "No, random. You know, crazier than an outhouse rat." A pause. "Uh huh," he says. "Alright," he concludes, ending the call with the other person still audibly talking. He stuffs the phone away somewhere on his person and begins walking. Valerie is coming whether she wants to or not. Law of superior tonnage. However, given their positions, she doesn't get to walk forward.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
The grip continues, and while Hellboy is on the phone, his Right Hand of Doom is getting sniffed, and then... licked? She shrugs soon after that, "I'm not sure why they taste things in the movies, you know, it never seems to help. I licked a bird once, it was very upset. Until I fed it some exploding toast." There's a bit of a chuckle, and she limply makes the hand that's unable to move easily just sort of spread her fingers, while her other arm does the rest of hte motion to indicate something 'big' happening, "Feathers... everywhere. I didn't stick around to check, but I still think that the police who showed up to that, must've thought there had been some fowl play." She tilts her head to the side, then the other side.

"Psssst. Pssst. You think he's talking about me?" This to... her gun? Again, or just maybe her hip, "No, it's questionable. I mean, he's calling me random. What's random? Just a series of events you don't quite understand the sequence of, right? Right. That's somewhat biased. You think he's judging us? Yes, us. Clearly your the rat in this situation." Then she brings her head back up to look right at Hellboy, as she's forced to walk backwards with a bit of a sore arm, "You know, if you wanted a date, you could've just asked. Though I like this trap the woman alone in an alleyway vibe you've got going on. Drag her to somewhere she doesn't know, and make it so she can't call for help. It's really working for you."

Hellboy has posed:
    Stopping, Hellboy reaches down and grabs the weapon from the woman's holster with his left hand. He lifts it up to near his face and says, to the large-bore pistol, "Shut up!" He then begins dragging the woman along again.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
A quick, "I told you he was talking about you." Hex continues to walk backwards, and then looks up to Hellboy again and offers, "As much as I enjoy being dragged to a place I don't know, to have whatever done to me. You think you could at least tell me why you are doing what you are doing?" Her pink eyes just keep on Hellboy now that her gun has been put in its place.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy stops, looking at the woman for a bit. "Probably gonna have you looked at by a telepath," he says. "Probe around in your head to see who's pulling your strings." He lifts the up-side-down gun and waves it, mostly because he's pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "Can't have people messing up the mumbo jumbo with weird paint jobbies." He looks her over. "I could carry you," he suggests to himself.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"Ohhhhhhhhhh..." Hex says in a long drawn out breath, "You want to really get to know me. That's very gentlemanly of you. After that, gonna skin me?" She wonders, and then squints her eyes, shaking her head, "That's probably not your style. I see you as a punch me in the face kind of guy, while I'm tied up to a chair, screaming at me to tell me where I have your partner's wife's daughter's college dorm mate locked up. I can save us all the trouble. I don't remember, even if I did that. I'm sure it's happened at least once, or twice, or a dozen times." A shrug of her shoulders, one not going up as much as the other, "But to be honest, do YOU remember all the people you've tied up? No, OF COURSE not. Stop yelling!" She screams, and then pants a few times, eyes wide.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy watches the crazy play out, then lets her pant for a bit. "Kay," he says, hesitantly. He uses his left hand to bring her hands together, then picks her up and swings her over his shoulder. With her hands solidly trapped, he carries her in a reverse fireman carry, so at least she can see where they're going. He then starts walking down the alleyway again toward the street.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Being hoisted up, Hex is now being carried down the street, hands gripped together as she goes. She seems mostly nonplussed by this whole kidnapping thing, being carried, and going along. "Well, nice to meet you Kay. I like how you want it all to be a surprise. That's what every relationship needs, excitement. But I think we're rushing into things. I'm usually a kidnapping on the third date kind of gal, not that I get to many third dates. Or first, for that matter, and I DO kind of like this guy. I like how he wears masks, and threw bombs at me, that exploded, and knocked me unconscious. It really..." She lets out a little sniffle, "Touched me. You know? Deep, inside, he really gets me."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy stops again. "What?" he asks, not sure if he can pierce the mind-control crazy he's still assuming she's got. "You're not dating your suicide gun?"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"Ohhhhh, no no no." Hex shakes her head at that, and then her eyes get wide, "No, that was just a one time thing." She furrows her brow, "I swear. There's nothing between us, just a little touching and kissing. Is all." She slides that in as she talks, and then sighs out, looking around as they go, "You know, my first date was a lot like this one. Trapped, taken to a place I didn't know, by someone I didn't know. Did someone create a Tinder profile for me or something, that I'm not aware of?"

Hellboy has posed:
    "You're a sad, lonely girl," Hellboy says. He stops moving about ten meters from the sidewalk. "You know none of those were dates, right? People who try to hurt you aren't into you, they're trying to hurt you because they DON'T like you. I mean...even I know that one."

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"Kay, I feel like we know each other enough to be open with one another." A pause, and Hex takes in a breath, "I think you have too much red. Just saying, mix it up a little bit, maybe? Toss in some more tones, gradients, and that could go a long way. Who knows? But this jealousy stuff, it's really not a great look. It's okay, I get it, you were hopeful, wanted this to go super well, and you've thus far made a great first impression. The negging, though, it's pretty amateurish, feels more like trolling. You got to really insult me, call me too skinny, like a twig, or I'm dressed like a biker's tramp, you know, get creative. Then you might have a real chance." She offers, and continues to get bounced, "Maybe you need a different color palette girl? Yellow? Green? Violet? Ooooh, violet and reds, that's nice."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy swings Valerie around and sits her down on a dumpster while switching her hands to his left hand so hers don't get broken. Her gun is...curious by its absense. "Might as well ask me to be female," he grumbles to himself. "Look, lady," he says, "I need you to think real hard. REAL hard. Try to push past the mind control. Be coherent for a minute and talk to me. Can you do that?"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Sitting on a dumpster, normal. Being held captive, not so normal, but she's going with it. Hex tips forward, turning her head and looking up into the sky for a moment, then leans back into dangling leg seated position. "Lady... lady... that IS pretty insulting, but a bit repetitious. Try this one on. Toots. Say it with me." She pauses for a moment and then mouths out slowly, to give Hellboy plenty of time to say it in close synchronicity, "Toots." She moves on, whether or not he says it with her, and furrows her brow, "I'm being mind controlled? Reeaaaaally?" She squints, and holds her breath. That's how you fix that right? She keeps holding her breath, starting to turn pink, and making veins on her neck pop out as she's really holding it, and thinking as hard as she can.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy does NOT say it with her. He puts the large, stony finger of his Right Hand of Doom on her mouth as she's holding her breath. "Look," he says as he rests that finger there. He's very gentle with it or she'd have broken teeth behind those pouty lips. "I feel for you, but I think your time is running out. Work with me, here."

Valerie Killmore has posed:
The holding of her breath continues, and she's darkening as she's letting herself asphyxiate. Her skin continues to darken as she's still holding her breath, really concentrating, really trying, you can tell by how much her eyes are squinting, and her brows furrowing. Hex continues, and then shrugs, taking in a big deep breath, she shakes her head, "Look, Kay. Can I call you Kay? Should I call you Mister Kay? I'm not sure how this whole thing goes, but I think I'm clear of all mind-control. Thanks for pointing it out, I was wondering why I was so heavy handed with the purple before. And that sandwich I ordered? Who even likes pickles? That should've been my first sign. Well, whew, seems like that's all taken care of. You did good work here today. Good job, if I had stickers, I'd give you one, or twelve."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy shakes his head. "And if I was the kind of guy to kidnap and rape women before punching them in the face, I'm sure you'd make the top of my list." He picks her up and slings her over his shoulder. "Okay, I'm done feeling sorry for you. Let's get you to locked up where you can't hurt yourself."

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"That's really nice of you to say, actually, one of the better compliments I've gotten in some time." Hex is picked back up, "Oh, we're going again? Locked up, where I can't hurt myself? I accept the challenge. You want to put 2 shoelaces on the line for that, make it more interesting? I'll wager 46 inch shoe laces, just to be fair, high grade, found them on a pair of boots just earlier today."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy walks out into foot traffic. People don't really pay the woman being carried off much mind in Hell's Kitchen for...some reason. "You know what?" Hellboy says as a black SUV turns the corner into view. "Once you get to your padded cell, in your straightjacket, if you can find a way to hurt yourself, then get out in time to show me evidence, I'll buy you a big box of shoelaces. How's that?"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Now, this has her eyes perking open, "Seriously? You are a man of your word, an entire box? Are you aware of how many sock copters I can make with that many shoelaces? OoooOOOOooOohoo hoo." She tries to bring up her hand to shake, but of course, it is still caught, "Deal. And by the way, this is probably the second best first date I've ever had. So, you know, message me. Okay? I don't want to say I have good feelings about this, but next time, get a bit more creative and maybe we'll get to a third date. That's when the fireworks really happen, just be mindful of the nails."

Hellboy has posed:
    The black SUV continues its approach, and Hellboy smirks. "If you're putting nails in your fireworks," he says, "you're doing it wrong." He looks at the lady again before concluding, "Cuter they are, crazier they are," to himself.
    Two men in black suits get out of the back of the SUV. Hellboy draws the oversized bore pistol from his pocket and hands it to one of them. "Looks homemade," he says. He swings Valerie to the ground and lets go of her once the agents have a good handle on her. "You're probably being watched. Telepath may be monitoring her senses."
    "Understood," one says. The two agents begin to move Valerie to the bulletproof, government vehicle.
    Hellboy raises his Right Hand of Doom and wiggles his fingers. "See ya, toots."

Valerie Killmore has posed:
A black SUV, men hopping out and handcuffing her, and keeping her from running away. "Wow, this is all so much for a first date." She looks around, "Which one of you is going to hit me, and which one is going to threaten me with the electrified battery clamps? Eeeney meeney miney mo." She is tipping her head back and forth a bit.

Turning her head though, as she is offered a farewell by Hellboy, she smiles, sincerely, and sniffles a bit, her eyes start to tear up, "Did you hear that?" She is talking to the guys bringing her to the van, "He called me Toots. He listens, that's a real keeper right there. It's really hard to find a man who listens. So... hard, and..." Tears start rolling down her cheeks, "Will, get you kidnapped into a van, by unknown assailants. That Kay, he sure is something special."