13855/Ghosted

Ghosted
Date of Scene:	16 January 2023
Location:	<text>
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Hellboy, Embershroud

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Hellboy has posed:
    Ransomware has been doing something similar to what occurs on Ember's laptop for decades. The difference here is that instead of a trojan program she opened and installed, this was put there for a purpose. The first thing she would notice is that her internet got slow for a bit. Behind the scenes, the webcam did face tracking and identification to make sure she was there and looking at the computer. The screen faded to black like it was locking itself, but instead of going to sleep, the computer's screen displayed an artfully curated batch of security camera pictures of her encounter with Hellboy and Balm on the rooftop.
    The volume overlay appeared as it was cranked up. A voice spoke. It said, "Your existence is noted. Your presence is required at--" The pictures changed to a map with directions from where she sat to the location, a street-view of the location, a map of the abandoned facility, and pictures with arrows of which doors to go through. "--a secure location to discuss new evidence that has surfaced regarding the Jensen Corporation." The secure location looked like the inside of a walk-in incinerator. "You will be meeting the agent who climbed up to meet you." A clock appeared on the screen, already counting down. "Do not be late." Then the screen had gone black, then scrambled into random pixel noise while the speakers had blasted static. The computer had to be forced to reboot by holding down the power button, but when that happened, there was no trace of anything there.

Embershroud has posed:
    Embershroud scowled. She didn't like being tracked, and in the back of her mind she made a note to find a better way of securing her laptop. When the message was finished, she quietly closed the laptop, placed it between her hands, and poured heat into it until it melted. This one was comprimised, and she'll have to get a new one. Somehow. A moment later she's out the window, dropping the destroyed laptop into the dumpster in the alley, she flies off to meet her new acquaintance.

    The incinerator didn't concern Embershroud. She was fueled by fire and dark magic, there wasn't a fire hot enough to hurt her now. When she arrived, she followed the directions through the doors, until she stepped through the one that led to the incinerator room. She didn't seem afraid of what she might find, or what might be waiting for her on the other side of the door.

Hellboy has posed:
    The whole facility that contained the incenerator is abandoned, but enough has been restored that the incinerator is working. It's currently activated. Inside is Hellboy, leaning against the wall. He's wearing a custom-tailored garment that looks like it's made of the same material firefighters wear. It's resistant, but not immune to fire, so the incinerator isn't as hot as it could have been. Still, it wasn't designed to incinerate the undead woman, but rather to give her and Hellboy a chance to talk.
    Turning to look at the woman, the demon's ember eyes stood out in the dim light inside the fire-proof box. "Hey," Red says, upnodding toward the ember-hearted zombie lass looking in at him. "Come in."

Embershroud has posed:
    Embershroud pauses briefly when she opens the door to see the incinerator is active. Then she steps inside, walking directly through the flames. It would seem the materials of her costume are immune to the flames as well - when you're a fire-based individual you learn to take these precautions. "Interesting choice of meeting spot," she replies to Hellboy. She doesn't bother looking around them, the incinerator is sure to have destroyed anything else in the room. "Why'd you call me all the way out here? I told you last time you aren't the ones I'm looking for."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy listens, but when she asks the question, he gestures. "Close the door," he says. The downside to that is that it doesn't seem to open from the inside. Why would it? It's an incinerator. Hellboy, meanwhile, is very calm about that. He can probably break out easily.

Embershroud has posed:
    Embershroud isn't exactly a slouch in the strength department either, and though her eyes are the sort that glow red behind her mask and hide her irises, she seems to roll them as she turns around to close the door behind her. "There, door's closed," she replies, turning back to him with her arms folded. "Now, you gonna tell me what I'm doin' here?" the undead woman asks.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Fought a banshee the other day," Red says. "Spirit that's been badly wronged in life. Worse than a poltergeist," he points out. "Real loud," he comments. He uses the Right Hand of Doom to open his long, Nomex coat. It has a lot of pockets, just like his regular one.
    Hellboy uses his left hand to reach in and slide something out. When he holds it out, he holds the object a bit like a knuckleball pitch. In it is a small crucible, just big enough for a shot glass to fit inside. "Jensen Corporation," he says. The rush of fire sounds is mixed with the sound of wailing, and the flames flicker. In a few seconds, when things go back to normal, Hellboy says, "Now, sometimes, I might look like I'm not paying attention, but I seem to remember that name coming up in our little rooftop talk."

Embershroud has posed:
    The undead woman seems to be taking a moment to process certain information, her face an expression of consideration after she gains the knowledge that banshees and poltergeists are indeed real. Here she is, though, a walking corpse talking with a devil - demon? Whatever. In the middle of a running incinerator. So once she files that information away she quickly comes to acceptance. It's the mention of Jensen Corp. that brings her back to the conversation again. "Yes. I mentioned the name to your friend. What was her name? Balm. They're the ones responsible for... well, me. At least, that's all I remember seeing on the trucks outside the lab where I was created." She glances towards his hand, reaches out to accept what he's offering to her. "...What's this?" she asks.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy does not let her touch it, pulling his hand back, though once that message is out there, he holds it out again to let her look at it. "Banshee," Hellboy says. "I mentioned her. She was haunting a little place in northern Illinois. Anchor was a picture on her fridge colored by a five year old. Had to re-bind her to something fireproof for this conversation. Now, I'm not a medium, but our guys tell me you two share a cause of undeath."