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They call me Hellboy. What's up? What more do you need to know?
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Hellboy doesn't bother taking off his sunglasses as he looks at her briefly then looks back at the water before speaking. "Not as much as I'd like. If you're lookin' for someone to help with a paranormal or supernatural problem, you're outta luck." He said in case of the possibility of her offering a job. "You on vacation too or do ya live around here?"
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Hellboy has a Hawaiian shirt on and is sitting in a tanning chair on a beach with a lit cigar in his mouth. A boombox is nearby playing music with a fruity drink on a table next to him. Vacationing was nice but he was low-key starting to get bored. But he felt he deserved a long break. He didn't get these often.
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Hellboy has a Hawaiian shirt on and is sitting in a tanning chair on a beach with a lit cigar in his mouth. A boombox is nearby playing music with a fruity drink on a table next to him. Vacationing was nice but he was low-key starting to get bored. But he felt he deserved a long break. He didn't get these often.
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Hellboy listens to what she has to say. Watching her put on her hat, he had to admit, was amusing. He's heard of daemons before so he at least knew what that was. Looking at her, Hellboy talks to her through the little gate between them. "Well then Desari, whatchya doin' in a place like this?" He had to wonder how she got here and it would probably be good to know.
Someone had brought in what looked like a little red raccoon like creature in a pet carrier. A female, she had been found with a rather big hat. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until the little beast opened her mouth.
"Hello? Um...can I get out of this carrier please?" She asked, pawing at the grated door.
Hellboy steps through the door to be greeted by a pet carrier. "The hell?" He asks rhetorically before picking it up and looking inside. He then looks around the hallway, asking "Did someone forget their pet?" He then looks back at the carrier with a raised eyebrow as he heard a voice. "It talks? What uh ... what's your name?"
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Someone had brought in what looked like a little red raccoon like creature in a pet carrier. A female, she had been found with a rather big hat. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until the little beast opened her mouth.
"Hello? Um...can I get out of this carrier please?" She asked, pawing at the grated door.
Hellboy steps through the door to be greeted by a pet carrier. "The hell?" He asks rhetorically before picking it up and looking inside. He then looks around the hallway, asking "Did someone forget their pet?" He then looks back at the carrier with a raised eyebrow as he heard a voice. "It talks? What uh ... what's your name?"
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Reblog if you don’t mind random inbox starters that aren’t memes
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{{I will post pics of me meeting Ron Perlman and John Barrowman if anyone's interested. Let me know.
But more importantly, let me know if you'd like to pick up an RP where we left off or if you'd like to start a new one.}}
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{{For those who care, I'm just getting back from Comic-Con and I met Ron Perlman yesterday. He was super chill and nice.}}
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{{Hello everyone. Yet again I'm asking you to forgive my absence. I really will try my best to be more active. Again I'm sorry and I'll do better.}}
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“That’s fair. Like I said, we won’t do that. Not to you at least.” Hellboy said with a dry smirk. “Most of our crew is approachable. Oh, fish out of water reminds me, have you met Abe? He’s my favorite nerd.”
Leaves an obsidian rose with a note that reads: "hey there! Happy (early) Valentine's Day!" -Secret Admirer 🖤
Hellboy picks up the rose and reads the note. Flipping it over to see if there was anything else proved nothing. He gently observed the pretty black rose in his hand and gave a smirk. “Gotta say, this is a first.” He said to himself.
He never had a secret admirer before. At least not like this.
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“Knowin’ him, they’ll probably give us the therapist if we promise to keep Johann.” Hellboy took a sip of his beer. “It ain’t exactly a picnic here either. Wait until you’re assigned a mission.”
It was work he was accustomed to. But he was born into it so it was all he knew. He also knew not everyone was into it nor are they all cut out for it. He’s seen plenty of people who thought they were tough end up wetting themselves over entry level field work.
“By the way, you meet everyone yet?”
Leaves an obsidian rose with a note that reads: "hey there! Happy (early) Valentine's Day!" -Secret Admirer 🖤
Hellboy picks up the rose and reads the note. Flipping it over to see if there was anything else proved nothing. He gently observed the pretty black rose in his hand and gave a smirk. “Gotta say, this is a first.” He said to himself.
He never had a secret admirer before. At least not like this.
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“Surprise it is.” Hellboy said as he poured a cup from a random bottle. He remembered when both organizations traded agents and creatures like baseball cards. But that was a long time ago. Things were a lot different now.
“You don’t gotta go if you don’t wanna.” He said as he handed Candice the full glass. “We could send someone else to do it.” Deep down he wanted to go. Maybe see what new things they got going on over there. The Bureau had an idea that the Foundation might be keeping tabs considering they have one of their former members.
Hellboy thought for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face. “We could send Johann over.”
Leaves an obsidian rose with a note that reads: "hey there! Happy (early) Valentine's Day!" -Secret Admirer 🖤
Hellboy picks up the rose and reads the note. Flipping it over to see if there was anything else proved nothing. He gently observed the pretty black rose in his hand and gave a smirk. “Gotta say, this is a first.” He said to himself.
He never had a secret admirer before. At least not like this.
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War didn’t mention to Hellboy that in very occasions a virus would break through her natural defenses. “I mean, there are only so many times I can kick Meyers’ ass in the training room before it starts to get old. He keeps asking me to help him with his hand to hand though.”
"The day he gets good at that is the day I quit smokin'." Hellboy said with a cigar in his mouth. "I'm glad he ain't askin' me anymore. Always gets pissy when I don't go by the book."
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“I can’t even get sick!” War was pacing in HB’s room, cats weaving between her legs. “Why do I have to be quarantined too?!”
"I don't either unless it's otherworldly. Total bullshit." Hellboy replied as he repeatedly bounced a ball against a wall.
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You ever afraid the SCP Foundation would start something with the B.P.R.D.?
“They wouldn’t dare. Besides, they don’t gotta reason to. We’ve saved their asses a few times. Hate to say it but they’ve done the same for us a few times too.”
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"Never thought of that, to be honest." Hellboy said. "But yeah, we should definitely have some kinda person to talk to. I know some people here who could use it. Especially the newbies."
Hellboy walked over to a drawer in his room. He opened it and grabbed a few bottles. "Any preferences?" He asked while gesturing with a bottle.
Leaves an obsidian rose with a note that reads: "hey there! Happy (early) Valentine's Day!" -Secret Admirer 🖤
Hellboy picks up the rose and reads the note. Flipping it over to see if there was anything else proved nothing. He gently observed the pretty black rose in his hand and gave a smirk. “Gotta say, this is a first.” He said to himself.
He never had a secret admirer before. At least not like this.
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