15014/Harbor Park Vortex

Harbor Park Vortex
Date of Scene:	08 June 2023
Location:	Harbor Park, Nebraska
Synopsis:	When the vortex to a dark world opens in the middle of small town Nebraska, Silverdane, The Hulk, The Punisher (Cameo) and Caleb and Sheila Dykstra arrive to solve the issue!
Cast of Characters:	Phoebe Beacon, Frank Castle, Bruce Banner, Belinda Gutierrez, Caleb Dykstra

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Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Forgotten_Iridaceae was rarely wrong when it came to her posts on the Supernatural and Weird Things boards on the internet, and usually when she made a suggestion that 'someone should into it', someone should.

    Harbor Park, Nebraska, was one of those times. Ordinarily it's a sleeply little town inthe foot hills of the low, rolling mountains that break up the flat lands of the plains state, its main attractions being a small museum dedicated to the life and times of the prarie dog, a memorial to a cat who had one thousand confirmed kills of vermin (inclusive of prarie dogs), and of recent days the spat of weird house fires and sicknesses that have spread through its Elm Street neighborhood (which consists of Elm Street, Oak Street, and Pine Avenue), a collection of split-levels and ranch homes built up in the 1970's.

    Right now it's beginning to look a little different. The sky over the Elm Street neighborhoods has a weirdly orange tinge to it, like it's about to thunderstorm. The trees and bushes in the avenues have started dying off, and there's notable worse decay as you get closer to the 'epicenter'.

    Right off the main road, with its little garden and pleasant trees still intact is the Happy Feet Nursery School, which features an overnight service for those parents who work overnights at the local medical center just outside of town.

    It is currently occupied.

    Thunder rolls over the plains, the threat of rain hangs in the air, and as the sun sets, shadows begin to move.

    A few people are outside their homes, sitting on porches, rocking and muttering to themselves.

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle ain't the type to believe much in coincidence. Shit happens for a reason. Not always a good reason, but a reason. Doesn't like to think too long about it, though. Then you start wondering too hard about the nature o' God and the kind of shit that made him choose a uniform over a collar a way long time ago. Broke his Mama's heart. She always wanted a priest for a son.

But he could just never get his head around that whole forgiveness thing.

He's travelling, coming back from putting down an LA crew of scumbags who had been dealing with another mob that was tied to another mob, scumbag after scumbag like a trail of spiders leading down to the big flami' monster spider...

He'd been reading too much Tolkien. Well, audiobooks. Only way he could manage it most of the time these days. His eyes hurt if the light got too bright. Mileage. Dues paid. Still sucks.

He's stopped at a gas station in this little innocent patch, suspecting nothing, even if he does have a black van full of heavy artillery parked up to the pre-pay pump."

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce had woke up early this morning. Laying in a cave with a sleeping black bear sleeping next to you is a bit stressfull, but Bruce had lifted the one paw with all his strength sneaking out of the cave. He was in some forest, and he has to cover his eyes to block it from the sun-light. He was dressed in what little was left of a torn shirt, and pants that were pants, but look like shorts that just go down to the knees. He was barefoot, and was searching his pockets he only found a phone, but it had a mirror shoved deep inside of it, and was not working.

With a sigh, He looks for power lines, as that with the direction of the sun could lead him back to humanity.

After walking, and walking his feet were sore, and he was getting tired he found a small town. Of course he didn't really notice the sky as he didn't really look up more tired then he realised needing water, and maybe a nice meal. To the people from the outside, it would look like a tall lanky half-naked man comes walking out of the park. He is covered with mud, and though he has a calm unhappy look on his face, everything else about him looked wild. He didn't even have shoes though it might be hard to see as his feet were just mud covered.

Bruce's goal was simple. He needed a phone, and some basic supplies. He should be able to get ahold of Tony, or the Avengers for them to pick him up. Well if he can find out where he is at. I mean do you know how many elm streets are around?

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Belindaa was never one for entrusting her activities to the sayings, the doings of Tarot Cards. But the time in the city has been long, and... getting antsy. Not flying off the handle antsy, but a trip somewhere distant from the urban jungle of New York, somewhere reminiscent of home-- practically a vacation, if you please!

Though as she sits on an old timey horse-tying post, sipping from an actual bottle of soda, she gazes at the sky through her glasses, thoughts half a million miles away. To the reading, that night. To what Abuela called 'Major Arcana' or something.

To the Tower.

The feeling was electric when the card was flipped on a whim, and Belinda was still trying to figure out *how* it happened, why Mrs Crowe had become so deathly serious when it happened. Promised that no, the young lady had done no wrong-- and then in possession of an unprecidented bus ticket here, to the world's end of Nowhere, Nebraska.

No urban smells. No busy urban sounds. Barely any vehicles. Just an old gas station, a grizzly guy pumping gas into a van, and some early evening jogger who looked as poor as she was. Not even shoes!

Heaven.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb may well be the guy who's more out of his league here. One minute, he's in Happy Harbor, moving about in his '71 Dodge Challenger as he comes from the warehouse he's converting together with his dad into a workshop, and the next minute, there's a bright flash that surrounds the whole of the car, obfuscating the street and the traffic...

...And here he is, coming up on Pine Avenue. The sudden change of scenery from a normal sky into an orange tinted one causes him to hit the brakes and swerve the car.

"Da hell...?", he mumbles as he glances at the scenery.

"W-where are we...?", a youthful voice asks in hesitation. Sheila, Caleb's kid sister, had come along as well.

He looks about, watching for any traffic coming his way. "I dunno, sweetie..." Maybe he can ask someone?

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Almost every city in the United States has an Elm Street. The longest, straightest, double dead-ended street is Elm Street in Manchester, New Hampshire.

    Random fact of the day.

    The sky begins to patter rain on the just and unjust alike, the natural and the supernatural.

    Shadows begin to crawl out of the storm drain. They're vaguely person-shaped, though have long, tucan-like 'noses' and pale red glowing eyes. They're see through, but knock gravel out of the way as they creep closer to that 1971 Challenger.

    There is a soft 'THUMP' of something landing atop of Frank's van. There's a low hiss as a reptilian tail curls, scratching at the back door.

    One of the porch rockers spots Banner. She stands up, making her approach to him and muttering about 'the man in the shadows whispering'. "Doctor -- Doctor -- are you a doctor? Are you a doctor?!" she asks him plaintively.

    And to Belinda, a cat is approaching her.

    Well. It might have been a cat once.

    It's too skinny, too long, has too many teeth and too many eyes, and grins at her before whispering:

    "?ereh gniod uoy era tahw ,woN"

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Belinda watches the approaching cat, staring through those dark (and far too wide) shades. Scent, breath, sip soda. Ignore that subtle ache at the back of teeth, the feeling remembered just once before. At an old, small pond, far away and still a thing of horrible, smelly, goosey nightmares.

"Am being here," she answers the cat-who-is-not-a-cat, eyeing it calmly, cautiously, sipping again from the bottle and its straw insert. The words aren't... normal. Not English, not Spanish, not.... right. "Time away from home," she explains quietly, studying the feline creature. "...being away for a while. Getting thoughts to march in order, si?" Pause, sip. Watch.

"And what are you doing here, Senor Gato? It is far away from home for you, no?"

Bruce Banner has posed:
Seeing he has rejoined civilisation Bruce has pushed off what dirt he can, he looks to see if anyone has a hose maybe, or maybe something to wrap his feet with as every step put him in danger as he was barefoot. Looking up he started to see a movement in the shaows, and glanced swearing he saw a red eye. To himself he sits down, Putting his hands on the back of his head. "No.. not again. I just woke up. I get a turn." then stops as he realises someone yelling Doctor.

He looks up, "I am Miss, but how did you know." he shakes his head a bit of the dirt flinging he actually smiles as she gives him something to focus on. "My name is Bruce Banner, I am a doctor, but please just call me Bruce." he says to the pourch rocker. "Please lead me to the emergancy." he says glancing around once more. Anywhere had to be better then here. He would not let Hulk come out, as he was Doctor Banner, and he was needed. He breathed in slow calming breaths as he followed wherever the lady lead him.

Bruce shakes his head, and could of swore he just saw a car with two people pop into existance, it was getting crazy out here, and he should not look around needlessly, as if things were getting that wierd, All Bruce said to the lady he was following was, "Does this happen... often?" trying to break the ice a little bit as he tried to consider how he would handle this situation, and figured after a while he might act like that as well.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
The young girl looks at that daunting imagery of shadows marching towards the car, and she stammers, "C-Caleb...? I don't like this..." Spoken from the heart, good survival instincts there.

"You and me both, Sheila...", he puts his head back inside the car, window already closing, and puts the pedal to the metal, darting with the car away from the area, dodging these 'shadow people' as skillfully as he can, if any get in the way. "One thing's for sure: we're not in Happy Harbor anymore!"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    No, the cat is not right. Its smile continues to grow, too large to be Cheshire-like and too full of broken glass and spent needles.

    Waiting to consume. is the cat's reply, three tails lashing about as it turns its head towards the daycare center with the overnight. There were kids there.

    Soon.

    "The voices." the woman replies to Banner, she looks exhausted. Her cheeks have scratch marks. "They said you're a doctor. There's an emergency. They're coming. They're coming and there's nothing we can do to stop them." The woman twitches quietly, and points down the street, not looking, towards the Challenger.

    "There's a door. The door has to be closed, before they all come through." the woman hisses, looking up to Banner.

    "Cat's out of the bag."

    The shadow with the long nose attempts to grab at the challenger's door as it rises up, peering in the windows as Caleb manages to avoid it.

    And then more shadows begin to arrive. As Caleb drives deeper into the plan, they become darker, larger, and less translucent. The clouds begin to swirl overhead as the rain picks up.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Eyes narrow as Belinda watches silently. If all it took were long teeth to be scary...

"You do not get to eat here, Gato," she says quietly, head bending as she peer over the edge of her glasses. Jagged teeth. Spent needle fangs. Raindrops, growing heavier on her brow, against her hair, old baseball cap. Gotham Knights. She sips the last from her bottle, setting it down and aside as she kneels down in front of the creature, eyeing it fervently. "You do not get to consume here," she repeats, gazing intently. "This place, it is not yours. These things, not yours to take, to eat."

Ignore the car, ignore the shadows. Focus. Channel. Wonder Woman. Superman. Flash. Batman.

"...do not make me angry," she warns, voice dipping into a soft growl. "This place, it is protected. It is mine. Go away."

Bruce Banner has posed:
Banner listens, and sighs a bit.. He was a doctor not a magician, but doubted it was the time for his favorate quote. He looks down at the lady, and smiles, "I will go take a look at the door. Miss if you have a phone could you call the Avengers, and gives her the toll free number,' "Tell them that Dr. Banner needs a pair of pants. They will know what you are saying." He looks at the others it looked like that ghost car was still out there driving. Looking at the one who pointed him to the door that needed closing. "

Get everyone inside... Tonight is going to be really bad." he says to her pointing towards the houses. He wasn't dirty anymore, but now just drenched as he sighed, and started slowly walking the way she pointed before he stopped. Turning to look over at where Belinda is he puts his fingers to the side of his lips so he can give a super loud whistle. He waves her direction, "Whatever it is.. I think it is over there!" he tries to shout to her not sure if she could hear him from here.

With that he shrugs, and starts to turn moving the direction she asked him to go. It did not seem like his thing, but they said Magic was just science we don't understand. He would figure out the rest when he got there.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb's getaway from the 'shadow people' (at least for now) makes him sigh of relief.

Sheila looks at him, scared but trying to put on a brave face. "They were shadows, so...", she reasons.

"...So maybe the light will disorient them. Yes!", Caleb completes her reasoning. "Sheila, check the flashlights in the glove compartment. I think we're going to need them."

Driving towards Elm Street, he finds Bruce headed the opposite way he came from. "Sir, you should get inside!", he warns as he slows the car down to stop near the doctor. "There are a bunch of very unfriendly shadow people coming, possibly and likely right behind me!"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Such a pity that the lady isn't named Jim. She listens to Banner, turns the information over in her head, and then gives a nod.

    "The Doctor needs Pants... I think I've seen that movie. Nineties. Weird wig." the woman states with Knowledge, and she turns around, gathering up her lawn gnomes, and wandering back inside, safe, to call the number and let them know that Bruce requires additional pantaloons.

    The shadow people are not just behind Caleb's car, they're beginning to creep out from all over.

     And they are becoming more solid.

    The rain begins to get intermixed with hail. It rattles against the challenger. The house at the center of the vortex has red lights in the basement windows, glowing menicingly.

    And as Belinda warns the cat, the cat doesn't seem to mind.

    It grows in size, its purr turning into a growl, and then a roar as its mouth opens, full of jagged death, and then makes a leap for the young woman intent to consume her as an appetizer!

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
A night of shadows. Of nightmares. Of monsters.

Belinda's first thought as the skies open and the rains pour, as hailstones beat from her body likes Hell's fel drummer-- too wide. Jaw too wide. Cat jaws far, far too wide.

And every other thought flies out the window as the young girl lunges in her own turn, up for the cat-beast, howling throaty, savage challenge in reply. Rain falls, hail slams, sheets of water pouring from the dull, red, wounded sky. Soaked to the bone-- no longer an issue as musle explodes, cloth bursts, cheap sunglassses shattering in half as she comes to grips with the creature.

So many teeth. So many-- and Silverdane snarls in response, locked into bitter grapple with the manic beast.

"Mine!" she howls, eyes blazing. No time for domino mask-- she twists, slamming down, struggling less with technique than brute force. "Mine, everything here! All here! GO AWAY!"

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce is walking, though stops with a smile as someone offers him a ride. He gets in quietly trying to take up as little room as he can which is easy as he seems to be a little more then skin and bones, and since the clothing he is wearing is revealing of his features. He holds a hand out, "Bruce Banner.. Doctor." as apperently how they have identified them so he will just go with it as it made explaining easier.

He then offers a hand to the little sister as well with a smile. "Everything should be alright, let me ask you who is your favorate Avenger... Tell me at least it isn't Thor." he grins a bit with a chuckle. He looks seriously at Caleb, "Since your here I am going to assume you have something unique going on. I won't ask, but if it gets bad I need to grab your little sister, and run. I will hold it off... whatever it is." he nods to him seriously as he wouldn't let kids be hurt on his watch.

That is when he looks back at the howls and screaing. "I hope that lady is alright.. That is a bad place to be." it was crazy out there, and he wasn't sure if that was the lady, or the spirits yelling as he could of swore they yelled at them to go away, so maybe it was the ghosts.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Hmm... I'm gonna go with Cap and Iron Man", Sheila says politely, as she rummages through the things in the Challenger's glove compartment. "My brother takes after them both", she whispers out to Bruce.

Handing one of the flashlights to her brother, this one takes it and gestures for Bruce to move away from the path of where he's readying his aim. "Sir, you don't have to tell me twice", he takes aim at a bunch of those shadows headed in their direction, and fires a wide, super-bright beam of light in their direction. "Though, if my guess is correct, I think I may've found a ways to help keep this town safe."

He hopes to be proven right...

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The cat gives a howl as Silverdane transforms and grapples with the Cat. The needle-like teeth, the scent of death and rot on its breath as the demonic creature from the votrex tries to snap its jaws around Silverdane's shoulder, curling its tail sabout, whipping them in rage as something *MORTAL* dares to encroach on its prey! It shall consume!

    The shadows, meanwhile, watch the Challenger as it approaches the center of the vortex, eyes glowing brighter and brighter until one vaguely human shape throws itself at the hood of the car, claws reaching up to try and smash down against the metal and rip out the engine, to strand those inside as it bares black teeth. It appears to be made out of something black, like malleable plastic now rather than the translucentness of the shadow --

    Until the bright lights hit them. They're still made of darkness. The Light? Well, it holds them off, they scatter and hiss like water being thrown on a hot metal plate as the lights strike them, rattling them as they fly off in different d irections as if being struck by baseball bats!

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane howls in primal fury, battle joined between realms and realities. Heat explodes from where the creature, the demon/monster/cat-thing bites down; the wolf howls as she reaches up, over, gripping the thick, furred neck in a monstrous grip. The time for words is done-- blood flows free as she tears the beast from her shoulder, wrestling it down with vehment fury. Claws rake along flesh; she snarls in pain as... Pain. Real pain. Almost forgotten.

Four-legged monster against two, and Silverdane twists with a brutal delight; snapoing at the air, the monster curls and writhes in frustration, held in check from biting again-- though not from clawing, as the Beast struggles for purchase.

"You are /going away/," Silverdane promises with hungry malice, eyes narrowed as she tightens her grasp. Using the beast's head and neck, she digs her feet into the ground, truding forward with relentless determination. Towards the Red Light. The Basement. The heat and energy and wrongness that sets her teeth on chattering edge.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce nods to Shella, "Good choice. I like Cap myself as Iron Man can be a pain sometimes." he then chuckles again, "You would be surprised how much that man must be right." though he smiles as he doesn't really mind Tony that much. As he talks he takes a Flash-light, and sighs.. It wasn't much, but it was power, and light, as he pushes himself up. "Sorry." and reaches to take out the inside light that is off when the doors were closed. He doesn't really break anything, but he starts to fiddle with it as he removes the wires, and knaws down the plastic a bit. He is making it where the lights that are inside will be stronger though it might take down the batteries quicker.

Bruce figures if they have spare lights they will have spare batteries.

He hands the light that is brighter with a wider beam to Sheila, and asks.. "Well maybe next time someone asks, you can tell them Dr. Banner." and grins a bit taking a normal one.

He looks at Caleb, "I don't have a lot of tools so it is the best I can do." I think that house is where we need to go to close the door." he looks out, "I am right behind ya, though my suggestion." he clips his seat-belt. "Take us inside." and grins at them wondering if they will do it.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"...Who's Dr. Banner?", Sheila asks confused.

The same look of confusion is present in the older brother. But he has other fish to fry, like driving. "I'll get you there, Dr. Banner, but I don't know what to make of this - I'm no Avenger; plus, I got my kid sister here with me, I need to find some place safe and wait this out." He looks about, and has an idea, "Or maybe help the people by raiding the nearest hardware store and find some lights to ward these buggers off ofr the duration."

Reaching the house, he drops off Bruce. Giving him a handshake - if he allows -, Caleb says, "Good luck with this... Whatever this is, sir." He gets on the Dodge, and... Get's the hell out of dodge to go help save the innocent bystanders!

(Ah yes... A quarter for the pun jar!)

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    that's a serious burn from the kiddo.

    Banner arrives at the house. There is red lights coming from the basement. The rest of the house looms like it's an Amityville Horror impersonation in spite of the fact that it's a low ranch style house.

    Silverdane also arrives at the house. Dragging the monstrosity with it as the jaguar-sized demonic feline creature hisses, spits, curses in Abyssal and attempts to wrap itself around Silverdane's arms and trip her up with its three tails whipping about.

    The shadow people ar ebeing kept at bay, though the stronger, larger, more solid members of their sid eappear to be gaining a bit more bravery, testing the limits of staying at the edge of the light path, snarling, one trying to sneak around the side to grab at Banner's legs!

Bruce Banner has posed:
Banner just looks dejected as she asks who is Dr. Banner, the older brother tries, but doesn't know him either, but at least they are nice ennough to drop off a stranger at a very haunted looking house. He looks up at Silver with a say, "Hey..." not even looking up at her as he just looks down though looks up pointing the light at her. "I mean you know who I am right?" then realises she is being attacked by something, or at least the light didn't seem to hurt her.

Well the light is there for a moment as he is grabbed by a leg, "Oh no.." he says as the thing grabs him pulling him away and back away into the shadows. That is until there is a beeping noise like a bomb about to go off, but it started beeping faster, and faster, until it stopped a loud Roar coming from its place.

After a very loud clap the ghostly mist opens between Hulk and the house, as he starts charging directly back at Belinda, or maybe it was the thing attacking her. It might be difficult to tell, but he was approaching quickly.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane perpetually tightens her grip; ignoring the heat burning in her shoulder, she trudges on stubbornly, gritting her teeth as she enters the domicile. The strange jogger-barefoot-junky is shoved to one side, well away from the spitting Hellbeast; one ear flicks to the words pouring like a litany of foul expressions from the creature's mouth, and she snarls grimly.

"Were warned!" she says sans bemusement-- hissing as a claw scores a particularly vicious swipe at her thigh! She squeezes again, to briefly choke off the creature's words. And responds with a few of her own:

"Saint Michael," she rumbles softly, "Defender of Man. Stand with us on the day of battle." She locks both arms around the beast's neck, tugging furiously. Nose working. Where, scent, sniff, where--! "Saint Jude, Giver of Hope. Be with us in our desperate hour." She fights against the writhing cat, stomping towards the basement stairs down. "Saint Christopher, Bearer of Burdens, Patron of Wolves... Be with us if we fall. In the Name of the Father..."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
     The Hulk has arrived after Banner was dragged off into the night. The Shadow people, made physical in the vortex, literally had no idea what hit them. They don't understand the science behind it, but do know that they have *two* shifters on the field of battle now!

    The beast snarls, smelling like dirt, like grime, like Gotham on a hot night in July during another trash strike, heavy and rotting and wet. It snarls, it tries to bite and grab, its twails whipping about as Belinda starts praying, and the beast howls, choking down its snarls, and the red light in the basement goes both brighter and deeper red, the color of fresh blood.

    The ground rumbles, rattles, the foundation of the house beginning to break apart as a second beast rises from it, claws scratching at the earth as it tries to wrestle itself from whatever darkness it dwells in when not interrupting a quiet neighborhood!

Bruce Banner has posed:
Hulk runs up expecting to smash the thing, but as the other starts to pray he stops confused tilting he head as he look at Belinda. "Hulk... Heeeelp." he says as it seems difficult as he looks at the cat. As soon as the cat stops he hits the spot it is in like he was swatting a fly. Sure the house might already be breaking, but he had to take a shot. Hulk looks at the large creature breaking out of the house he actually smiles. "Hulk..." he says as he crouches the ground under him starting to break as he pushes up jumping at the thing.

Hey yells.. "Smaaaash!" as he heads in fist first at claw or whatever it was Hulk was going to hit it, and hit it hard. It was what he knew, and the bigger it was the harder he could hit it.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
The red light flashes scarlet, dark and bloody, hellish crimson. Silverdane grins toothily for the Green Giant, howling anew in exhultant gusto, euphoria surging within; muscles quivering as she grips tighter, she spins the stricken beast in her arms, holding it aloft.

"Go AWAY!" she snarls in fury-- stepping forward, to hurl the demonic beast it its larger predecessor. "And stay away!" she warns-- ducking instinctively after a heartbeat, back to the Hulk's side as the structure creaks ominously, timbers bearing their last few seconds of intactness!

"Go Big Green!" she whispers to herself, and the whisper comes a heartbeat before a helpless, gruff giggle. Helpless habit!

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Hulk gets there first, the house is breaking apart, the creature is crawling its way up from a crack in reality, but the Hulk yells and THAT gives it a moment's pause before the fist crunches down on the beasts' foreleg, resulting in a snarling, howling, ripping sound as it tries to hold on with its other limb -- which is promptly struck by its smaller compatriot!

    Both fall into the crevass, which leads both to an infernal smelling bottomless pit that reeks of bad eggs and the smell of burning cities and scorched concrete, and incidentally to the basement of the house at the center of the vortex.

    Where there is a swirling bit of magical circle, and in the middle a little old lady looking very much out of it.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Hulk is punching all the way down the pit till they hit the floor in which hulk stands over the creature, and using his foot to bring down to crush it. He then roars a challenge to anything to bring it as Hulk was looking for a fight. He looks around and then sees the circle, and walks towards it he doesn't break the circle, but stops right outside of it looking down on the small lady inside. They seemed to be ignoring him as he loomed up and hit the ground roaring at the person inside.

For some reason this being ignrored upset him, prob some puny Banner problem, as he would make this person pay attention to him, or at least whatever smelled like eggs after he forgot them outside would bring. He would smash it all, and when nothing stood left to fight him then he would figure it out.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane wrinkles her nose, grimacing as she stares down at the crack in the world, in the basement, the earth. Eyes focus, sharpen-- can't reach. But *can*--

"Gigante!" she calls, cupping her muzzle to amplify her voice. "Verde Gigante! Hulk! Get the senora, the old woman! Please, por favor!" She calls down, gruff voice pressed through the scents rising from below, the eye-watering smell of sulphur so much worse for keen senses. She waves again towards Hulk, gesturing towards the woman, the circle. Can he get in?

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Hulk can fit into the basement's crack, just barely.

    He pounds the ground and roars, bringing no reaction from the old lady sitting in the center of the circle. It's as if she were frozen in time, holding her hand in her lap as if she had been hurt or injured.

    Silverdane would fit easily into the basement. One last puzzle, as the hail outside picks up, becomming larger, golfball sized as it rains down on the neighborhood, rattling roofs, breaking windows, denting cars.

    What do the two do now?

Bruce Banner has posed:
Hulk looks around a bit confused on what is going on, but he was still being ignored.He couldn't have that as the golfball sized hail didn't stand a chance down here so he would deal with this first. So Hulk tries to grab the frozen lady with one large hand, and pull her from her seat so he could shake her infront of him. He didn't know about puzzles, or quests, he figured whoever this was it was important to Belinda, and they had ignored him angering him.

Hulk looks at Belinda confused, "Hulk got her?" he asks not sure if this is what she wanted or not. He wasn't going to smash her in his grip, or at least make the attemp as someone who doesn't fight back is not someone who can challenge the hulk, but he did hope shaking her would get some response.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane rumbles softly to herself, frowning as she casts a more careful glance at the cracks in the earth, the basement and its ominous glow. Grimacing briefly, exhaling-- biting back a stifled cough, whimpering at the onslaught of foul stench. The choice is made in a swift second; she falls to all fours, bracing as she trembles, shivers, aches. Pain burns, the howling hate from her shoulder stubbornly redoubled before it fades into the background... Along with muscle, fur, tail-- the marks of lycanthrope. And iropnically, blessedly, the unending torment of scents as her nose becomes just that less sensitive, just that less tingly to sulphurous scent.

"Gracias!" she calls down, voice much less gruff as she reaches up, adjusting the placement of her domino mask. Silverdane (Human edition) casts about for a line, or a rope, or...

"Can you bring her up to me?" she calls again, peering over the edge. "I can come to you, but the stink is... very bad. She might need fresh air. Cleaner air." SHe pauses, wincing as the fall of hail rattles from the rootop. "Cleaner than down there, at least!"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The woman is taken up from the circle. It doesn't hurt Hulk. She seems suspiciously heavy though, until she's completely lifted from the circling darkness -- and then she's a normal one hundred fifty-ish pound old lady, with an injured hand.

    A cup with a couple spots of blood in it stands in the middle of the circle.

    The woman blinks a moment, adjusts her spectacles and looks up at The Hulk and whispers:

    "Oh dear... aren't... aren't you That Hulk Fellow?" she questions, "What are you doing in my basement?"

    And outside, the hail stops. The shadow people are no longer on the attack, and the reddish-orange tint to the sky begins to fade away .

Bruce Banner has posed:
Hulk looks at the older lady now in his hand. He says in a normal volumn.. "Hulk Strongest?" and tilt his head as he expected some boss to jump out, or some difficulty pulling the lady out. Sure she was a little heavy, but I mean it could of been worse.. Then he hears someone wanting the lady up there, he wheels back his arm and then stops. No, he didn't think she would get out of it unscathed if he launched her like a football at Belinda. He looks at the lady. "Hold on to Hulk." and he crouches again. He plans to jump up, and toss her to Belinda as he breaks a way free with his body.

The hulk would get out eventually as he would make a hole until the point he could grab on and dig his way out if he needed, but for now he only hops, and tosses, as they may want the cop too.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Catching the old woman as best she can, Human! Silverdane smiles apologetically, brushing a hand over her shoulder as she gestures gently. "I am afraid something happened to your basement," she begins, blushing briefly. "...To your house," she adds, coughing gently. She pauses, listening as the rumbling rattle of icy stones ends its beating against the rooftop, the ruddy orange tint to the air fading away to the 'mere' purple-navy hues that signal encroaching night.

"Are you feeling well?" she asks, reaching to brush free hand to her wrist. Checking pulse Listening to breathing, watching eyes. Vitals.

...*pretend* to know what am doing, even if novice!

"Do you know what might have done such terrible things? I think something, someone tried to come up and..." She trails off. 'Eat the world' seems so ridiculous. "..do very bad things," she ends, amends, smiling sheepishly.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Well, I imagine with the size of your arms, yes, Hulk is the strongest?" the little old lady comments quietly, rather thoughtfully, and then she gives a soft 'oh!', and holds onto the Hulk.

    "Oh dear... I'm afraid I'm feeling a bit nibbly, is that terribly odd for meeting an Avenger?" she questions, and she winces a moment, and holds up her hand.

    "Oh well I was doing a little dusting in the basement. My grandson had purchased a number of items on that Eb-sty website and I think I must have cut myself on something, and then suddenly, in the strong arms of the Hulk." the woman explains, and she blinks owlishly.

    "Goodness, how'd it get to be so *late*? I've got Sunday Dinner to start making!"

Bruce Banner has posed:
Using his strength to burst out of the basement through the wreck of the building he gets outside. Once outside he yells at the moon, and beats his chest as he had again beat the enemy! Sure the Avengers are coming to pick him up, but hulk doesn't know that. So he decides to leave Belinda and let her figure out the rest as leaving a mess for others to clean up is what hulk does second best. It doesn't take long as Hulk is jumping away from everyone to be alone somewhere once again. It was good that lady was nice, but the Hulk was a loner that prefered to be sitting in a cave living in nature then these cities, even the small ones.

He considers maybe trying north this time, as everywhere he goes trouble follows, but Hulk doesn't care. He will smash them all, bring them on!

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
The young lady listens intently, nodding as she slowly exhales, glancing down to the elderly lady's hand. "We will make sure you get to the clinic then," she says, smile brightening, warm-- if slightly forced for the lady's benefit. She reaches to her side, couting pouches hidden beneath her sash (one, two, three, there!); from within, she draws a very simple first aid packet-- bandage, a bit of cotton gauze, antibiotic spray. "This shall sting," she offers carefully, "But we will dress your cut, get you to doctor. They will give you look over, perhaps time to rest."

Further words are cut off by the Verdant Giant's swift departure. Not that she can blame him. Monsters always get the short end of the stick.

"...and then, let the policia help you as well," she adds, hiding her sigh internally.

And then later, come back. Hunt for dreadful, magical things. Wrap carefully, pack away in bag, return to the Vault at the bookstore. Contain such monstrous evil!