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hadriel_logs2016-02-01 11:53 am
zen_en_vert) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-02-01 11:53 am
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you won't like me when I'm angry [open log]
Who: Bruce Banner, Fear, and eventually open.
What: Bruce takes a pot shot at Fear, in revenge for the whole buried alive week. The results are catastrophic.
Where: Initially outside the clinic, then all over the city.
When: Feb 1st
Warnings: Hulk violence, plus injuries? Will update if it gets more specific.
It starts at the end of a clinic shift. Hawkeye hasn't made it in today, and Bruce is telling himself that the man is probably just busy, but anxiety is coiling tight in his stomach, because the clinic isn't doing so well. Managing the blisters alone from the mass burial has cleaned them out for bandages and ointment, and as much as he tries to scavenge more, supplies in the city are limited-
He shuts the door behind him, and turns around to see a familiar figure on the street out front. Fear has been so exclusively there over the network that he actually can't place him in person for the first few seconds, so he just stands there in a blinking daze.
About forty five seconds later, the first crash echoes through Hadriel's streets. Next comes the roar. Glass rattles across the whole town in windowpanes, and the Hulk begins to run, bringing chaos with him where he goes.
What: Bruce takes a pot shot at Fear, in revenge for the whole buried alive week. The results are catastrophic.
Where: Initially outside the clinic, then all over the city.
When: Feb 1st
Warnings: Hulk violence, plus injuries? Will update if it gets more specific.
It starts at the end of a clinic shift. Hawkeye hasn't made it in today, and Bruce is telling himself that the man is probably just busy, but anxiety is coiling tight in his stomach, because the clinic isn't doing so well. Managing the blisters alone from the mass burial has cleaned them out for bandages and ointment, and as much as he tries to scavenge more, supplies in the city are limited-
He shuts the door behind him, and turns around to see a familiar figure on the street out front. Fear has been so exclusively there over the network that he actually can't place him in person for the first few seconds, so he just stands there in a blinking daze.
About forty five seconds later, the first crash echoes through Hadriel's streets. Next comes the roar. Glass rattles across the whole town in windowpanes, and the Hulk begins to run, bringing chaos with him where he goes.
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The baseball bat was lost in the fall and Ronan glances around furiously for any sort of weapon, finds none, and turns his gaze back toward the beast- still defiant. He would rather die than cower, though by the looks of things, that's probably how this situation is going to turn out.
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He doesn't crush him- yet.
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Ronan knows how to recognize a man inside of a monster. Perhaps he's never had to do it quite so literally, but as a sinner and someone capable of bringing truly terrible things to life, he knows where to look, knows how to find that glimmer of uncertainty, of- fear, maybe. It doesn't mitigate the danger. He could still be killed in a moment, at the slightest wrong thing. But he breathes in deep and speaks anyway, his voice firm.
"I'm not afraid of you. I know what you are."
He doesn't break eye contact when he lifts one of his hands- slowly, carefully- in front of him, as if to show him the injuries. His fingers are still bandaged from when he'd spent days digging, though they're a little dirty now from his fall and darkening in places where the sudden impact with the ground had reopened the wounds. It's still there though, the gauze stretched over damaged skin. Bruce's handiwork, Bruce's care.
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Running, for instance; he bolts, fast, brushing past him, roaring loudly.