Tracing Vapors
| Tracing Vapors | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 14 March 2021 |
| Location: | Tunnels Under New York |
| Synopsis: | Hellboy seeks information on the Chainer of Souls and finds a strange ally. |
| Cast of Characters: | Hellboy |
| Tinyplot: | What Price One Soul |
Hellboy was dubious about the witness statement as he ventured into the sewers. He'd read some S.H.I.E.L.D. reports on the things that could be down here; hell, he'd BEEN down here and while having more mutants and metas per square inch than any other city in the world was fantastic, the tri cities of Gotham, New York and Metropolis might be the jewel of the world but its undercity was even weirder.
Still, the oddly dressed Cabbage Patch dolls staring at him the the highly realistic taxidermist eyes that literally queud to his movement was a whole new level of creepy as he headed to the spot where the witness had said he had seen the necromancer. It was the only clue on a trail that had gone cold, but he was following it up. He'd let the issue nag at him long enough. And that was all there was to it.
As he wandered deeper into the shadows, about a third of the dolls animated. At first he blew this off, just like the recent animated lawn ornaments that had attacked him in Latveria but each of these little bastards carried a thin bone knife that seemed to slice through his thick skin like butter, and while he healed, he could practically smell the dark stench of necromancy on it. Taking out his gun, he began to play shoot a mole on the nasty little bastards, blowing up one after two shots but they were so NIMBLE he worried that he was either going to run out of ammo or collapse the tunnel when there was finally a horn blown from farther down the cooridor and the creepy dolls ran away into the shadows. Finanlly, he was going to confront the mage, but instead he saw someone that had somehow woven 80's movies posters into the fabric and long johns in a long flowing robe; Labrynth, Gremlins, the Goonies, he saw at least a dozen movies represented on the tapestry of the tall gaunt figures robes until he realized that the figures on the tapestry were moving!
Hellboy held out the thin dreamshard he had picked up in Latveria, "Is this yours?"
The figure shook its head. "It is not. I am the Dirge of Meadowmemory. This is my shrine."
A shrine? oooooookay. Creepiest shrine in history but this guy didn't SMELL like necormancy even if he was willing to use it,"Do you know who it DOES belong to?"
The figure nodded solemnly.
Hellboy waited patiently. The Dirge waited patiently. They stared at each other for about five minutes before Hellboy sighed and asked, "Can you tell me his name?" Fairy creatures were so literal sometimes.
"Yes. I can."
Hellboy waited. Again the silence. After another minute, he asked, "WILL you tell me his name?"
"Yes."
Oh for crying out..."Please tell me his name."
"The Chainer of Souls."
Well. That was an appropriate name. But why was he ...never mind. "Where can I find him?"
"The realm of the Chainer is hard to find. There is only one way in that I know of...and there is a price."
Hellboy leaned forward, anxious, "What is it?"
He didn;t like the answer.
