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thearena2014-12-26 01:09 pm
honeyibrokeharlem) wrote in thearena2014-12-26 01:09 pm
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So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
WHO| The Hulk and YOU
WHAT| Bruce has lost his temper. Now there's a green monster running around.
WHEN| Late Christmas day
WHERE| Anywhere you want him
WARNINGS| Violence, death, and more violence
[OOC: If you want a Hulk encounter that doesn't end in death and haven't talked to me about it yet, just send me a quick PM to tell me you want your character to escape/hide/whatever when you tag. Otherwise, I'm assuming that most threads will end in death.]
A, only for people who've made OOC arrangements with me
He had tried to be as quiet about leaving his group as possible. Just a few muttered "I think I have to go now"s before wandering away and into the underground rooms. Normally he'd be worried about the aliens down there. One bit him. It died from radiation poisoning, but not before writhing and screaming on the ground. Its acid ate through his skin, but then what was left bubbled and knit itself together until the only evidence of any wound is the toxic blood on his clothes. The other aliens have been leaving him alone since then.
He sits in the dark, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his forehead on his knees. Heavy breathing. Sweating. Groaning in pain while the roaring in his head begins to overtake everything, and even now he struggles, even though he knows he's just prolonging the agony and avoiding the inevitable. He has to prove he can still struggle. He has to prove that this doesn't command him.
Even if it does.
B, OTA!
An ominous roar shakes the station from deep in its bowels. Then a green fist punches through the floor before a massive green beast climbs through the hole, its lips curled back in a furious scowl.
Everything. Everything around him will hurt him. He must destroy it all.
He starts at a full-on gallop on all fours, tearing through walls and doors like they're nothing, ready to kill.
WHAT| Bruce has lost his temper. Now there's a green monster running around.
WHEN| Late Christmas day
WHERE| Anywhere you want him
WARNINGS| Violence, death, and more violence
[OOC: If you want a Hulk encounter that doesn't end in death and haven't talked to me about it yet, just send me a quick PM to tell me you want your character to escape/hide/whatever when you tag. Otherwise, I'm assuming that most threads will end in death.]
A, only for people who've made OOC arrangements with me
He had tried to be as quiet about leaving his group as possible. Just a few muttered "I think I have to go now"s before wandering away and into the underground rooms. Normally he'd be worried about the aliens down there. One bit him. It died from radiation poisoning, but not before writhing and screaming on the ground. Its acid ate through his skin, but then what was left bubbled and knit itself together until the only evidence of any wound is the toxic blood on his clothes. The other aliens have been leaving him alone since then.
He sits in the dark, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his forehead on his knees. Heavy breathing. Sweating. Groaning in pain while the roaring in his head begins to overtake everything, and even now he struggles, even though he knows he's just prolonging the agony and avoiding the inevitable. He has to prove he can still struggle. He has to prove that this doesn't command him.
Even if it does.
B, OTA!
An ominous roar shakes the station from deep in its bowels. Then a green fist punches through the floor before a massive green beast climbs through the hole, its lips curled back in a furious scowl.
Everything. Everything around him will hurt him. He must destroy it all.
He starts at a full-on gallop on all fours, tearing through walls and doors like they're nothing, ready to kill.
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The hulk is faster than a beast his size ought to be, but Thor has the advantage of knowing this. He swings under the massive, green arms as you would a limbo stick and takes the advantage of having more space to run in.
He doesn't say anything to him this time, he just braces and twirls his piping as if he were a matador with a plumbing job on the side.
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The piping hits harder than it should. The blond one always hits harder than he should. He looks just as puny as any other human, but he is not human. Hulk knows that much.
Blinded as he is by rage, the Hulk plays along at first, trying to grab at the blond man before he twirls away, but then the Hulk catches on and instead just tries to rip the floor open under the infuriating man with his bare hands.
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He stumbles backward when the floor shifts under him and he guffaws in both surprise and adrenaline fueled amusement. He jumps backward, attempting to make a long moment of challenging eye contact before he steps forward and jumps through the hole he's created. He just hopes he's proved challenging enough to be chased, so he calls out to be sure.
"Have you made it so simple for me, Banner?"
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The Hulk thrust its head into the hole, letting out a low growl and a huffed snarl before throwing himself down to the next floor. Yes, Thor has made himself interesting enough to chase, but that also means he's interesting enough to smash. Which the Hulk will be attempting to do with a giant fist coming right for Thor.