12513/So Hot It's Cool

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So Hot It's Cool
Date of Scene: 20 August 2022
Location: Central Park
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Hellboy, Bobby Drake, Beroe Kazinski




Hellboy has posed:
    Poor New York. It seems like every time one turns around, something bad is happening that requires the intervention of not just ordinary heroes like firefighters and paramedics but superheroes. Granted, that's not...EXACTLY...what Hellboy is.
    The demon walks through central park with a pair of thermal imaging goggles on. The lenses are mirrored, meaning all he's seeing is the infrared of what's around him. He's got a cell phone in his left hand and a big ol' stick of street meat in his right hand, munching as he walks.
    "I dunno," he says with his mouth full, "I'm still not seeing it."
    "Keep going, Agent Hellboy," the voice on the other side says. "Another hundred meters or so and you'll reach what we're seeing on satellite images."
    Hellboy takes another bite. "Are you sure?" he mumfs out, spitting crumbs. "'cause you said that a while ago."
    A tree catches fire off the path to the left. "Just keep going, Agent Hellboy," the voice on the phone says. "Another hundred meters and--"
    Hellboy swallows. "Yeah, no, I think I found it." He pushes the 'end call' button without waiting for the other to finish talking and stuffs his phone in a pocket. He hands his street meet to someone who's pulled out their phone to film the fire. "Hold onto this, will ya?" he asks. He begins to wade through bushes toward the source of the fire.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Typical day in New York. Things are are on fire.

Bobby Drake _was_ out for a nice peaceful stroll, hands stuck in pockets of a light brown leather jacket, a Mets cap perched on his head over his light blondish hair. And then the Arboreal Arsonist struck again! He sighs and trots over towards the Flaming Tree, and wriggles his fingers as he takes them out of his pockets, blanketing the tree with a sudden influx of a fine layer of snow.

If some of it happens to fall on the nearby bushes, and possibly anyone striding through them, that is entirely accidental.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Holding up a cellphone, with that wonderful selfie mode on, is Beroe. She's walking through Central Park and stops when a tree is lit on fire ... suddenly? "I just saw! Did you see?! A fire suddenly happening. I know, it reminds me too of" And her arm reaches off to the side and into a little portal that's suddenly there, most of her arm disappearing inside of it and then pulling out, "St Jude's Fiery Habit Sauce. The only hot sauce made by a nun, and will guaranteedly send you straight to Hell-" A few blinks as there's a bit going on in the camera feed, "Boy!?"

The last part of that was squealed out, "OH my god! Everyone, this is not happening. THE Hellboy, is... here! I'm going to go and try and say hello. Maybe get a selfie, this is going to be great!" And the Wedesday Addams look-alike is trotting after the big red detective man who just walked through her camera's view. As she maneuvers past one snow cone making Bobby Drake, saying, "Excuse me!!!!" All high pitched and grinning, without even pausing to notice the snow, or fire, for that matter, at this point it's all red.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy's thermal-imaging vision goes from white hot to black. "What the?" he asks, looking up. Aaaaaand then snow falls all over him. His shoulders slump as he lifts the FLIR goggles from his eyes, pulling the strap off his head and shaking them off. "Great," he lets out, sarcastically. He tries looking back through the goggles, but even though they're waterproof, the images are all messed up because the snow and water on the lenses. He stuffs them into a pocket in his coat and looks at glowing ember footprints of something inhuman.
    For the first few moments, Hellboy ignores the attentions of the eager young lady, but soon, his shoulders slump again and he sighs. "Yeah, okay," he says. He turns and stands as tall as he can, fully seven feet, looming over most humans. He squares his shoulders toward Beroe and makes good eye contact. "Can I catch up with you, kid? Buy you an icecream or something?" he asks as she joins him off of the path. "Kind of in the middle of something, right now."

Bobby Drake has posed:
Sadly, Bobby Drake is not familiar with demonic agents that are on the side of good, so seeing the seven foot tall presence loom over the influencer fills him with a tad bit of concern. But, Scott always told them to watch for posture and never assume aggression, and so instead of slamming the demon in the face with a wall of ice, Bobby merely trots over towards the pair.

"Sorry, I didn't see you hiding in the bushes there. I was just trying to avoid a modern day recreation of the Ten Commandments." He looks back to the smoldering tree, and then Hellboy. "What's going on?"

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
With Hellboy standing up big and tall behind her, the black haired woman gives a glowering look, trying to mimic her lookalike character, and then snaps the picture. Once that's done, she's typing out a caption as she says, "Thank you so much!" then she's posting her picture to her social media account, <<All together ooky>>.

That done, Beroe looks up, and nods her head a few enthusiastic times with a big grin, "I know! I saw, the fire, and then this guy put it out with snow. It's wonderful, it isn't even winter yet, and we're getting snow!" She trembles with excitement and is practically on the verge of bursting. "What can I do to help? I'm a super hero, in case you don't subscribe to my Insta, you should though, at CuteLikeAFox. Ice cream would be great, are you sure we have the time for it though, I think we've got some heroing to do. Find out who's lighting all these trees on fire." Turning her mostly closed eyes and big smiling face toward Bobby she squeals in excitement as her answer to his question.

Hellboy has posed:
    Looking over the pseudo-Wednesday's shoulder as she types, though not meaning to...he just tall...Hellboy says, "Altogether." He realizes that's hard to convey, verbally. "Nevermind." He looks between the two and sighs. "I'm not liable if you get hurt," he says. He looks at Bobby. "Also: Not a who, a what. Fire elemental or something. Could be a flame troll or a blaze fae," he says, trailing off as he looks back toward the inhuman footprints. He looks back to the two. "I'm going this way. I can't stop you from following me." That's as much of an endorsement as they're going to get from him.
    He turns and just starts walking through the bushes. He pinches a singed leaf as they go, putting out the glowing embers threatening to start.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Uh, sir, begging your pardon, but I was pretty sure that we were told to consider trolls to be who's as well?" Bobby works to keep up with the demonic presence. "So are you saying this is not the act of a sentient being, but just an outcry of the elements?"

He learns over towards Beroe as he follows, stage whispering. "I saw them doing this yesterday, this Live Action Role Play in Central Park thing is _amazing_, but you have to _really_ buy into it."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Those words of inspiration by Hellboy keep Beroe grinning. She starts to follow, turning her head to Bobby she mentions, "Isn't he so inspiring. Straight to the point, no-nonsense, business. It's so great." She comments, but then adds, "Oh, wow!" Her eyes widen, and her voice perks up, "Really!? Huh. That's... well, okay."

And she squints, thinking, as she goes along, "Okay, I'll be the support character, that fits. You two be the mage and fighter." This, mostly to Bobby, as her much shorter stature makes it so she has to start jog trotting to keep up with Hellboy, "Team Hell, let's go!" This is much louder, and even comes with her raising her arm with a fist toward the sky, like some character in a fantasy cartoon.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy grumps at Bobby, "Hey, I was just throwing out ideas, okay? I don't know what this is." One of the downsides to the BPRD's method of information gathering is that they often didn't get much intel before throwing Hellboy or Abe Sapien or Liz or whoever at the problem.
    He stops, losing time as he looks at Beroe. "This isn't a game, kid," he says. "Just hang back, will you? You're going to get yourself hurt."
    Turning away from her, Red pushes through another bit of , coming face to face with something distinctly not-any-of-the-things-he-said-before. There was a dog in front of them. It was definitely not a normal dog. It looked like it might have been at one point. The starved-looking, skinny dog was rotting in parts, only instead of rotting meat inside, there was a sludge that looked like someone had tried to set honey on fire. The charred, glowing, emberous mass glowed softly. The creature's eyes, on the other hand, glowed brightly. Upon seeing Hellboy (and probably the others) it bared its charred teeth and began growling.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"I have you covered," Bobby murmurs quickly to Beroe. "Stay close to me, and I'll make some ice cream for you after we're done."

Then he sees the hellhound. "Uh. This might not be a simulation." He moves over to stand in front of Beroe and throws his hands down. In a manner of seconds he is coated by a full layer of ice. "We might need to freeze this guy out."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
As they walk, Beroe is clasping her hands behind her back and swaying more than one should, her braids bouncing off of her body as she goes, happy as can be. Others might even call her chipper, as she looks up to Hellboy as he talks to her. She remains looking at him, grinning, nodding her head, "You are so nice to ask, but if there are people to save. We shall save them together noble Red Knight!" She exclaims, using an overexaggerated tone to give her some 'gravitas', "Do not worry about me, we started this quest together, we shall finish it together. But, those around us, I shall ensure their safety."

Then, a puppy! "Awwww, look at the doggie." She changes entirely, her eyes get awww-ified, her mouth getting soft, and she starts to walk up, trying to get around Bobby, half bent forward, sticking out her hand, "Hey puppy, it's okay. No one's gonna hurt you wittle little cutie doggie you. Did someone put you in a terrible wearable costume? Yes they did, oooooh, yes they did."