11855/These Ghosts are made for Punching

These Ghosts are made for Punching
Date of Scene:	01 July 2022
Location:	Warehouses
Synopsis:	When two paranormal teams get called up to deal with the same supernatural outbreak -- an 'independant contractor' and part of SHIELD, represented by Hellboy. Dealing with a Most Fowl Poultry-geist with the ability to sling metallic objects, Hellboy makes passing acquaintence of a young mage who showed up first. The two work (sort of) in tandem to control the geists, shut down the left-open magical circle that was letting the energies in, and ends on a cliff hanger for -- UNIDENTIFIED MOO-VING OBJECTS!
Cast of Characters:	Phoebe Beacon, Hellboy

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Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    NEW YORK CITY - Tenderloin District - the Ace-Pak Warehouse and meaet processing center. Reports had come through earlier in the week that there were some spooky happenings here -- voices, things disappearing, and finally on Firday during second shift, someone's knives went all Costa Rica and flew up of their own accord and sliced a coworker across the nose, causing the assembly line to shut down, the plant to go on hiatus and, unfortunately, two separate investigations -- one for OSHA which found some unsafe food packing and a couple of unlisted workers who were being paid under the table -- and another for the paranormal.

    The AcePak Warehouse is a large, air-conditioned facility that until last week had no issues with the supernatural. Given that it's New York City, it's fifty-fifty on if that's true since the 80's.

    The manager of the plant's a six-foot-four former linebacker, built like a refridgerator and by the gut on the front of him looks like he can hold about as much beer. The balding, freckled redheaded man seems to be pretty nervous as he wrings his meaty hands, looking back and forth to the sliding doors of the truck bay to the freezer.

Hellboy has posed:
    For most of the investigations, Hellboy doesn't come alone. A small team of BPRD investigators come in looking like a ghost-hunters reality TV special. Among them is the titular Hellboy. He's the only one in the squad that can tower over the redheaded plant manager, and he's also just about the only guy in the whole building who looks like he could beat him in an arm-wrestling contest.
    Hellboy lifts his left hand, holding up a SHIELD badge. "Hey," he says. "You call us about a ghost?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Hellboy certainly stands out in the crowd as he comes in, holding up his badge and looking terribly official for an absolutely gigantic red dude.

    The plant manager gives a pause, looks at Hellboy and his badge, looks at the entourage, and then jerks a thumb at the door and asks:

    "You're not here with the girl?"

    He looks blankly a moment, and then looks down at his phone. "MAybe the shift manager called too? How many calls -- but -- uh -- yes?" he states, then clears his throat and tries for a little more testosterone in his voice.

    "Well, we've got two cases of people hearing voices after lock-up, and the knife attack yesterday that shut the line down, like I told the other one, but --"

    The door blows open then, knocking several stacks of plastic trays on low dollies aside and sending people scattering everywhere as a five-hundred-pound dumpster gets slung bodily across the loading dock, hitting the truck and causing it to rock dangerously close to squishing the squad that's come with him.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy puts up his hand and pushes the truck back. It's a subtle movement, but it leaves a less subtle dent in the vehicle's side panel before it lands on its wheels. It looked to take about as much effort from Hellboy as catching a slow-pitch softball. Just there at the right place at the right time. "Who's this other person?" Hellboy asks, his mind chasing the squirrel.
    One of the people with him says into an earpiece, "Possible poultergeist. We're starting our readings."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Poultrygeist, it IS a meathouse...

    "A girl showed up with an official looking card explaining she was here investigating a supernatural disturbance -- like I said, maybe one of the other shift managers called someone up." the plant manager explains, "Some girl in a hoodie with a backpack?"

    There's a supernatural sounding rattling from inside the plant, and then the steel tips of several knives come through one of the other closed doors.

    Readings for supernatural activity are DEFINITELY going up. There's a lot going on in there, potentially more than one supernatural entity.

    

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy holds up his Right Hand of Doom, blades pinging off the invulnerable stone. "You guys need to get a direction for me," he says. "I don't do invisible untouchable shit." He looks around. "Where's this girl in the hoodie?" he asks the manager, tersely.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Do I look like a psychic?!" the redheaded manager asks with equal terseness back, though he reconsiders when he looks at the blades pinging off the stone hand.

    "Does... does that hurt?" he asks, pointing at the hand. "My wife's got this creme for her feet when they begin to look like that-"

    One of the mobile disturbances comes near the doors again, and from out the door is slung -- what else -- a teenager in a hoodie with a backpack on, her arms flailing a bit as she tries to right herself from being slung fifteen feet up in the air, and standing in the doorway is not, in fact a poltergeist, though knives and bits of rotten meat are rotating around it -- it looks like a moderately incorpreal bunch of plastic stuck in the stream of a boat propeller, but it has red eyes and a jaw that appears to be full of jagged bits of bone for teeth.

    Hoodie lands in a pile of cardboard boxes.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Hellboy!" one of the men in the investigation squad says. "I have a reading! It's--"
    "Got it," Hellboy interrupts. "Thanks." He moves to the middle of the open area and bellows out, "Hey! Bird-breath!" He gestures a 'come at me bro' kind of movement. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Hrrrrruuuuuk...?" the creature's 'head' tilts slightly, turning to regard Hellboy with both confusion and more than a little animosity as it sizes him up.

    The creature shifts around, bits of metal -- is that a can opener? Yes, yes it is a can opener -- surrounding it before it launches its attack on Hellboy, slinging knives at the brutish form of the fighter!

    Hoodie seems to be coming out of the boxes okay, rolling over to their side with a grunt.

    There's one remaining moving target inside, and a stationary target.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy hadn't really considered the poultry-geist as hyper-capable of attacking more than he'd seen. Suddenly, the demon is confronted with the shimmering edges of a rain of steel coming his way. Red reacts with slightly slumping shoulders and a belabored, "Aw, crap..."
    Raising his hand, Hellboy ducks down, taking as much of the damage against that invulnerable stone as he can. Blades cut against his flesh, but that will buff out (healing factor FTW). His coat, however, while replacable, is something he can't just go to the corner store for. "Hey!" he barks. "Don't make me come up there!" He rushes toward the geist, not really thinking about strategy or whatever. He's a punchy guy. He punches stuff. Sometimes he shoots it. He doesn't really think things through. If something can be punched, he punches it.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Sometimes the supernatural deserves to be punched, it's a fact of life that everyone has to contend with eventually.

    The geist, which isn't really a poltergeist on account of its physical form really, gives a high-pitched keen like the grinding of metal on metal, and attempts to impale the can opener into Hellboy's arm as he comes up to deliver a punch, turning and trying to sink its jagged little teeth into Hellboy's head in the process. Its previous opponent was less punchy and more strategy, it's hard to switch gears when your entire metaphysical brain consists of 'hurt stuff'.

    Hoodie wrestles herself out of the boxes, slams a fist down, and as Hellboy battles the Geist, she comes around the side to re-assess the situation, wearing some kind of mask with a blue lens over the eyes.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy looks at her briefly, "Kid, you're in WAY ovver your head!" He says this just before slamming down his Right Hand of Doom again on the chicken. He looks, frankly, disgusted by the poultry fat going everywhere. "Unless you're a girl Magneto clone," he says, pushing the geist against a wall. He looks over at her. "You a gender-swapped clone of Magneto, kid?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Hoodie mutely stares at Hellboy at the question, the rotten meat and chicken fat flying every which-way as he slams his fist again on the ghost, and the girl just... shakes her head? I mean, what else are you going to do when Hellboy questions if you're related to Magneto?

    So instead, she raises her gloved hand as the second bogie boogie most fowl errupts from the assembly line with a 'HERRRUUUEEEEEK!' and slings the entire metal aparatus at Hellboy, along with a long spread of wheeled box-moving links!

    Her hand goes to her throat, and harshly she replies:

There is an unsealed summoning circle in the center offices. That's the source!

    And she brings both hands up to erect a shield between herself and the metal bits, including someone's pocket-knife, a lazily rotating eight-pointed star on her see-through magic shield.

Hellboy has posed:
    The metal thing slams into Hellboy with aplomb. He is bowled--the only verb for it, really--away from the thing. He groans the same way one would when one hears a bad dad joke. Jumping to his booted feet, he makes his way toward what looks like offices in a sprint. Granted, he IS the one with the poultry-giest's attention...

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The metal movement line strikes and creaks in response to Hellboy's bowling over, a strike most fowl to spare the terrible language, and the girl -- whose voice was very strained and stained with magic when she did speak -- is on the move as well, dropping her shield.

    The egg-sasperating spirit kept on Hellboy, no yolk about it, bringing its beak down to try and peck at him, wings coming to try and wing-ding his shoulders and head with pin feathers that stank of Undeath and The Other Side.

    And so on with the jokes, we're not chicken!

    The smaller magic-user leg-first baseball slides under some equipment, using the momentumn to try and send herself moving and brings up her hands, forming a lattice work with her fingers and concentrating *very* hard, a small fireball the size of a softball errupts from her hands and tries to toast those drumsticks on the eight-foot-tall apparition!

    The offices are in sight -- up a narrow stairway!

Hellboy has posed:
    Despite appearances, Hellboy can move when he needs to. He climbs the stairs like a ladder, rushing toward the hopeful destruction of this creature. In the meantime, however, his Right Hand of Doom causes some destruction to the staircase.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The fireball entangles the leg of the poultry ghost, roasting those drumsticks and distracting it from Hellboy's ascent to the offices as the Hand of Doom makes a couple additional OSHA violations.

    Who needs the railing anyway?

    The bird and beaked terror ba-GARRRRRRRWWRHKS! in a mixed cluck and roar, and with a swipe of its wing the little mage is sent into another wall, taking the hit and sliding down with another shield raised.

    She'll be fine.

    The door opens up to a room with some desks, filing cabinets, an award for 'two years with no major accidents' on the wall.

    And there, in the middle, causing various kinds of paperwork to flit about in a slowly rotating vortex? THere's a Summoning Circle. It glows a sickly green and violet by turns.

    It's also... Mooing in a most menacing manor!

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy looks around the office. He's not a scalpel; he's a hammer. Well, when a hammer...
    Hellboy raises his hands above his head and smashes at the floor of the office, aiming for the lines of the summoning circle. Erase? No, but he will break them. It's said that even a hair that falls over the circle to break it can cause something to escape, so breaking it is absolutely on Hellboy's to-do-urgently list.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The hammer falls, and when the Hammer falls, the circle breaks, its light instantly flickering, then fading as the energy dissipates.

    There's a low rumble, and then... stillness. The paper rustles down, slowly, coming to rest around Hellboy as the concrete floor cracked, but the rebar holding it all together stops it from crumbling beneath him.

    Then there is a rattle.

        Heavy, thundering hoofbeats...

            And a low, aggressive MOOOOOOOOOOO!

    The wrenching of metal hinges coming off a freezer echoes through the otherwise still meat processing plant. The Poultrygeist gives an aggressive, low hiss like a cobra -- and then a surprised SQUAWK! accompanied by the cracking of many glowsticks, all at once.

    ... yes. Whatever arrived, just in time, has choked the chicken.