thearena | it's poetry in motion tbh

Who| Bruce (or, later, the Hulk) and open!
What| Trying and ultimately failing to stay alive
Where| First around the surface, then later on in a crevasse!
When| All through the second week!
Warnings| Is the Hulk a warning? There might also be some thoughts on past suicide attempts.
Notes | Earlier in the week, he'll be Bruce; after slipping into a crevasse with De and co, he'll be the Hulk for the majority of the remaining time! Tell me which you'd like to see in your tag, or make it obvious by the setting (if you're in a crevasse, you almost definitely get the Hulk).

Those up on the surface will see a not particularly threatening sight; Dr. Bruce Banner, grabbing his coat closer to him and trying not to stumble around in the snow. He keeps moving only because being killed means putting on a show, so he'll only stumble around to an area where it looks like no one's around before sitting down to pile up some snow as a windbreak and try to figure out how to get out of this.

The one time he could really use the other guy, of course, is when he's already gone; maybe this time he'll actually die when he climbs up into the Arctic and throws himself into a miserable hole. At least it'd give him a sense of closure.

Those down in the crevasse, if they happen to be around at the right moment, will hear a heavy thud, and maybe feel the ground shake. From that point on, they might catch a glimpse of an enormous green monster shambling around in the small space; maybe he's trying to climb back up, or maybe he seems to be looking for something. Maybe he's got a little less self-control than all that, though-- maybe he's just smashing shit.

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Much faster than a guy his size should be able to move, he turns his head up to look at where the snow came from, just looking suspicious-- with all the crashing around he'd been doing, he's dislodged more than a handful of snow on his head a few times, but each time he looks surprised and checks to see where it comes from, not really learning from the repetition. This time, though, he sees a shape in the dull light, and he immediately bares his teeth.

He's figured out that trying to climb up doesn't work very well by now, so instead he slams a fist into the side of the ice, trying to knock either the ice or the other guy down.

That's not hard to see coming, and Riddick scrambles back from the edge as it shakes and snow comes tumbling down no the big green guy's face. Riddick manages to avoid the fall, at least this time. "Calm down, Jesus, I ain't going to attack you!" he shouts back down, though this time without presenting a target to smash at.

There is a little balloon floating down somewhere behind him, though, a new gift from a sponsor or something. Riddick ignores it for a second.

He's clearly not expecting the faceful of snow, and bats it off his face in annoyance. He rumbles, jerking his head upwards aggressively but not moving to attack further-- he understands that much, at least, and seems content with having marked his territory for now. He's still aware of the possibility of being attacked, but doesn't look particularly concerned with it-- but it's probably more to do with his own confidence than because he trusts what Riddick says.

Territory marking. Right. Riddick, not sure whether he was understood but at least glad enough he's not getting roared at anymore, backs up a little more to see what got dropped. Looks like his weekly cans and... a rope. Huh.

"Hey, big guy," he calls, without really coming any closer or making himself visible this time. "You need a lift outa there?" He doesn't know if the rope will hold somebody that big, but hey, it's worth a shot, right?

He takes this as a good sign, even if it means he can't see him any more; he's probably just successfully scared him off.

This time the grumble has a questioning tone on it, like he's not sure what Riddick's getting at-- and then another disparaging one, like he's figured it out and doesn't think it would work anyway. Or like he doesn't think it would work with Riddick, either's possible.

No harm trying, anyway. Riddick leas over the edge to peer down, then tosses the end of his rope down. "Lemme find somethin' to tie it too. Or wedge it into, I guess," he corrects himself thoughtfully, looking around. Otherwise, the big guy is just going to pull him down with it.

The rope end may or may not have hit the Hulk on the head on its way down. Heh.

If the noise he makes is any indication, the rope does, in fact, hit him in the face. He wraps one hand around it, about to yank it down in retaliation, but stops as the ghost of logic peeks through and he realizes why this would be a bad idea, at least until he braces it against something.

He hasn't seen the top of this place since he took over, but he doesn't think there's a lot of places to tie a rope to up there. Either way, it's not hurting him any, so this guy can go ahead and try.

The noise prompts Riddick to smother a snicker. But he's not finding much up here to tie to, either, so he makes an attempt at kicking some ice free to make a wedge he can use. The sole of his boot makes a satisfying crack, but it take three more solid kicks to make anything useful of it.

The rope gets wedged in, and he holds the other end, just in case. "There. Give that a try. Might not hold you, but can't say I didn't try, right?"

His eyes narrow further at the crack, stepping back from the edge as much as he can to try and see what's going on up there, to see if he should be attacking instead of waiting. But he can't think of anything that would hurt him by just grabbing this rope (to be fair, he can't think of much that would hurt him period), so he goes ahead and grabs the rope with one hand, tugging hard and sharp to test if it'll come loose-- and maybe a little bit in retaliation.

The rope jerks in its crevice, giving Riddick's end a little twitch, though not much more than that. It's a primitive little pulley system, but it's the best Riddick can manage with what he's got at hand. It holds... though just barely.

"Still there!" Bracing his feet, Riddick suggests, loudly enough to be heard, "C'mon, try climbin', we'll see if it holds!"

He makes a doubtful noise, but rolls his eyes and adjusts his grip anyway-- it's no harm to him if he tries it out, after all.

It's slow going, because he's digging his feet into the ice as he ascends, trying subconsciously to reduce the amount of weight on the rope, and leaving himself holes to climb out on his own later if this doesn't work. Each step gets a shower of little ice shavings (or larger pieces) as he goes, which increases as some corner of his brain frets about the strain on the rope and he compensates.

He reaches out with one enormous green hand for the top as soon as it's in reach-- but the second his fingertip is level with the top of the ice, it's suddenly gone, and the weight pulling down on the rope suddenly gets so much lower it might as well disappear entirely. If Riddick happens to be looking down at the right time, he'd get a split-second glimpse of a cold, extremely disoriented man losing his balance and falling backwards, but an instant later the green takes back over and he balloons in size in time to land heavily on the ground as the same monster who was always there.

Not that the fall appears to have hurt him-- he just seems angry.

Riddick is always paying attention. Except when he's asleep. And sometimes even then. So the second of confused non-green person definitely catches his attention. He even knows who the guy is, vaguely, having seen him in the Cornucopia.

Interesting.

He looks back down only to see the big guy again. It's a good thing he spoke to Draco before, and can put two and two together. "Huh. Must be some magic kinda thing."

He growls, climbing back to his feet and shaking his head out to get his bearings. It's disorienting, changing back for such a short time, but he remembers enough of it to remember Riddick.

Which means, of course, that his appropriate response is to grab the rope, ball up what he can of it, and fling it up at Riddick's head-- his way of emphasizing that it didn't work, and getting a little bit of pettiness out of his system.

At least Riddick is expecting something of the sort, and he catches it so that only one loop of the rope actually smacks his face, instead of the whole bundle. "You're welcome," he calls back down sourly, though not without lingering interest. "Fucked if I offer to help a guy out again."

But maybe after this whole thing is over, he'll look the guy up. Seems like that conversation might be interesting.

it's poetry in motion tbh

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