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WHO: Bruce Banner (mostly the Hulk tbh) & YOU!
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Evening of the 25th - Morning of the 26th
WHAT: Bruce is infected, Bruce Hulks out, a Hornet mind-clone gets to go cruising as an enormous green rage monster. Plans established for Hulking out and later getting knocked out, but if anyone wants to have a brief run-in with the Hulk, that option's open! If you want to discuss it beforehand, feel free to PM this account.
WARNINGS: Violence, inevitable naked Bruce probably.

DE CHIMA, LATE 25TH:

[ The Hulk hasn't been entirely about a lack of control, lately — there's usually direction, some kind of focus that keeps things manageable. Failing that, there's a team of superheroes right there to get in his way.

This time the focus is more acute. It's twisted, too, given a scope of impulse and violence that hasn't been around since the last time the Hulk was facing down the barrel of a government tank. But with it comes a control that doesn't quite fit the brute force behind it, and as the Hulk makes his way down one of the busier streets of De Chima, there’s no running or roaring or smashing.

Mostly. Other people are running and yelling, and he does occasionally slam his fist down on the hood of a car that gets in his way. The most recent one's grabbed by the front bumper and tossed irreverently into the front of a nearby cafe, shattering the windows; the resulting chaos is met with a very small smile.

But then brown eyes catch the faint shimmer of an imPort tattoo, and he's got a new mission: whoever just had the bad luck of showing up, they've got a massive green monster pacing in their direction. ]

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[ The cafe's quiet when Bruce arrives. Probably in part thanks to the mess that was the last swearing in ceremony, or at least the fallout afterwards. When he doesn't spot Kitty after a quick glance around, he takes a seat at a small table near the window to wait.

She's late. Only by a few minutes, at most, but the irritation at the impolite slight still digs in, and he ends up dragging his phone out of his worn messenger bag in order to check the time — and pass it. ]

[ She's late because she sort of overestimated what she was capable of. She'd ended up having to sit down for a few minutes to catch her breath and to feel completely irritated at her own weakness. She'd have bloody well been on time if it weren't for the fact that she was getting so easily winded. Irritating.

Her smile, when she slides into the seat across from him, is apologetic and frustrated in equal measure. ]

Hullo. Sorry.

[ Bruce would say that it's no problem, offer a small smile and ask her if she wants coffee. But for whatever reason, he does absolutely none of that; instead he shoots her a mildly annoyed look, then sets his phone down on the table.

If he notices that she looks a bit off, he doesn't express concern about that, either. ]

You said you wouldn't be against a broader application? If we can weaponize your blood.

Um -

[ She's a little thrown off by his reaction. It's not that it's out of line, exactly; after all, she was rather late, and that's rude. Besides, Americans have a tendency to be more honest about their annoyance than then English do; she's certainly discovered that over the past few months. Yet...It's weird. Dr. Banner had been nothing except patient and warm the last time she'd talked. Sweet, too - she'd expected at least a few inquiries regarding her health. But instead, just...that.

She reaches up to fiddle with her hair before pushing it behind her ear. Her answer is warier than it would have been without that snappishness. ]

Possibly. It would really depend, I think.

[ When he lifts his eyes to meet hers, it's the first time he's actually looked at her since she walked in. There's an impatience to it, very finely controlled, expression even and voice impersonal. ]

On what?

[ He should be able to guess, given their previous conversation. The thing is, he wasn't technically there for it, so his memory's a bit hazy. ]

[ No. It's definitely wrong. What's happening here is definitely wrong. His face is so...horribly cold. Either she'd misjudged Dr Banner the first time they'd talked, or something's happened to him; whichever it is, she's abruptly deeply uncomfortable with this situation, with him, with the offer she'd made.

But she's Kitty Jones. She knows how to lie.

So the smile she adopts is a little wry, a smile of isn't this frustrating. ]

Well - first off, I should warn you. I'm on blood thinners just at the moment. So I don't think that now's a very good time for this.

[ The smooth shift in gears is met by a long, considering silence. Bruce leans back in his chair as he studies her, then he offers a smile — a little toothier than usual, a little fake. ]

I'm sorry, we must've gotten our wires crossed. I thought we'd already come to an agreement.

[ He leans forward again, elbows on the table, slightly in her space. ]

You aren't getting cold feet on me, are you?

[ She isn't aware of it, but she does flinch back very slightly, giving a buffer zone to maintain her space. But her smile is flawlessly, wearily wry. And her shrug is smooth and confident. ]

I don't know how much you heard about what happened. The kidnapping and all that ridiculousness. But I guess...It's just not a really good time just at the moment. That's all. I should be cleared for this sort of thing in about two weeks, I promise.

[ The flinch is noted, but he doesn't back off. Instead he watches her for a moment, openly studying her — not because he's got any idea she's lying, just with a general sense of distrust. ]

A lot can change in two weeks.

[ With a blithe, cheery shrug: ]

Yeah, it can! But I still think that helping you is a good idea, so don't worry about that one bit.

[ But he still seems to be reluctant. So, for good measure, she gives a conspiratorial wrinkle of her nose: ]

Besides, honestly...I mean, obviously, doing that sort of research wouldn't even remotely be against the law. Obviously. But at the moment, the police are watching over me pretty closely, just in case the Hornets try something else. [ She taps her wristwatch as though it's a tracking device. ] And I don't want them deciding that your plans seem untoward or something like that.

[ Because Kitty is perfectly aware of how easy it is to take someone's blood even if they don't want to give blood. It's the easiest thing of all to take. So that's a gentle, roundabout sort of lie, with the message of don't try anything, the police are watching. ]

So waiting might be less trouble.

Hey, dude!

[This is such a bad idea. Not only is big dude ridiculously strong, but he's fast. Not as fast as KF, probably, but a lot faster than his mass should allow and that makes him hard to track. Still- What else is he supposed to do? He can't just let this guy rampage, he might hurt somebody. At least he can stay out of his reach, maybe lead him out of town.

Still. Probably shouldn't have thrown a rock at his head to get his attention. Could've done without that. TOO LATE NOW.]

You realize you're jaywalking, right? That's a $250 fine in the state of Virginia!

[ The shout only barely catches his attention; the rock that pings harmlessly against his head cements it, and the hulking figure slowly turns to face the speedster, considering him quietly for a moment before offering a broad grin.

Which is very toothy, and not altogether friendly. ]

You want to fight?

[ It isn't the Hulk speaking, really, but his deep and stilted speech patterns are still an obstacle, lending the comment a thuggish sense of mockery. ]

[fuck he's really big] I'm cool with not fighting, since you look pretty uh...y'know, you look like you work out. But maybe we could not-fight our way out of civilization, possibly not-fight over to some unpopulated field and then not-fight there? Let's do that.

[ In answer, that toothy grin just gets a tiny bit wider; then he lifts a massive hand and swings, aiming to backhand the kid into a nearby building. He isn't exactly slow, but it's kind of hard not to telegraph your moves when you're the Hulk. ]

[Incredibly quick for his mass, still slow to KF. It's not too difficult to drop down beneath the swing, and as that massive green arm passes overhead KF feels the force peeling off of it like a tangible thing. He drops all the way down to the ground in sheer surprise of it, because it had smacked against him like gale-force wind.

Yeah, scrambling out of range now. He has to pay attention; one punch from that guy could shatter his ribcage, and then some.]

Hey big fella, nice swing! Too bad you didn't hit me with it. [Kid bounces back a few more steps, clapping his hands between his knees like he'd call a dog and whistling.] Here boy! C'mere, buddy! Come get me!

[ The amused expression fades at the miss, broad features sinking into an irritated scowl. He turns to watch as the kid throws taunts at him, then there's a low growl; it starts as a rumble in his chest, building as he braces on his back foot and then lunges forward.

Not running. Actually lunging, and the leap's both powerful and precise. He raises a fist while still in the air and brings it crashing down towards the pavement as he lands, predictably aiming for Kid's current position. ]

[The first time KF ever sparred with Superboy, the guy had come lunging right at his face like that. Kid had barely dodged in time, and Conner's fist had slammed into the metal wall behind him so hard the entire mountain rattled. It was then that Black Canary decided that Conner would train with Kaldur until he got a better idea of how to hold back when sparring with his other teammates. Wally had wailed the entire night about almost dying, pestered his teammates about making up touching eulogies for him and make a joke out of it to hide the fact that that shit had really scared him. His skull was so crushable it wasn't even funny.

Superboy was not as intimidating as this guy. And as his fist goes crunch into the pavement and hunks of it fleck off to smack into KF and bruise him for not being fast enough he thinks to himself, Maybe I bit off more than I can chew. Maybe. He needs more room to maneuver, but if this guy can jump like that maybe Kid Flash doesn't have to lead him out of town in little bursts of speed. Maybe he just needs to run.

So he runs, stops at the end of the street and stares to see if the green guy is gonna follow. And then he bolts, makes for the highway out of town into the nearby wilderness.]

[ So much for her commute to work. Public transit in that area of the city shuts down, declaring an emergency and for all passengers to retreat back a few blocks as police work tirelessly to set up road blocks. Peej follows the crowd, but veers into an alleyway to do a quick change into her mostly tattered costume (she really needs to find her own personal tailor) before she lifts off, cutting through the air the way she's come in search of this supposed green monster that's smashing anything in the vicinity.

It's no difficult feat; she spots him in the middle of the street and can see the wreckage he's leaving behind. Wasting no time, she dives toward him, slipping around his large figure so she's practically in his face. ]

Hey! [ She raises both arms in an "what's the matter with you?!" fashion. ] Knock it off, big guy! It is too early for this crap.

[ The Hulk stops in his tracks when she appears in front of him, though there's nothing particularly surprised or abrupt in the gesture. Just an another imPort; he doesn't need to see any tattoos to piece that together, given the flight.

For a moment, it appears as though the heavy features are giving her objection real thought. ]

What else do you do?

[ Aside from the flying. Which is totally ignoring her point, but at least the destruction's on the back burner while his attention's on her. A trace of cold interest creeps through at the edges of that deep, brutish speech, oddly calculating. ]

[ She crosses her arms over her chest, taking a firm stance in midair, leveling whatever he's supposed to be a less than enthusiastic look. She had been anticipating retaliation, but it seems she's got his attention so maybe this doesn't have to be done the hard way. ]

That's a long list to go through.

[ And it isn't important. She lifts an arm, gesturing in a patronizing motion to the damage around them. Her tone is just as irate. ]

How about you stop breaking things, go home and take a nap? People are trying to get to work.

[ It's pretty much the opposite of what the Hulk would do, studying the imPorts and cataloging their abilities. Ronnie King, on the other hand, has a much cooler head on his shoulders; when he's not committing terrorist acts, anyway.

The Hulk doesn't even follow her gesture to give the damage a second glance, instead continuing to watch her while she hovers in front of him. As for the angry commentary, his answer's no less irate — but it is more subtle, rumbling voice aside. ]

Work. Work that supports this corrupt system.

[ Political activism 101. Words that would sound on the verge of petty from a puny human are given some weight when they make the ground shake, and it's obvious he expects it to be Very Threatening. ] Perhaps an interruption is exactly what they need.

There are more productive ways to discuss the problems of capitalism and corruption.

[ Like not smashing people's cars or windows, she's insinuating. Her hands drop to her hips and she gives this creature another once-over. Whatever he is, he's built like an armored tank, so she might have to exert more power than usual in getting him off the streets.

The downwards inflection and coldness of his voice keeps her on the edge, but she continues to hover in his face with little tolerance for his so-called justifications. ]

I'm going to need you to leave or I'm going to have to do this the hard way.

[ There's a pause while he considers it — or processes her words fully, maybe — before his broad features split in a toothy grin. Then he moves, shockingly fast for his size, grabbing hold of an already-crushed car on his left.

He aims it in a wide one-handed swing through the air in her direction, releasing it on the tail-end. Even if she's quick to dodge, the car will be sent flying in the direction of a charming shop a few storefronts down. ]

[ For a second, she thinks she's making progress and then the next thing all she sees is a flash of white. Her body endures the hit, but she's still sent careening into the streets about twenty feet away, hitting the pavement hard enough to leave dents in it, but still bounce up and down until she lands face first into an abandoned vehicle.

She doesn't move for about all of three seconds.

Then her head snaps up, face red with rage and teeth bared. ]

Okay... hard way it is.

[ She kicks off toward him, grabbing the crushed car used against her with both hands like she's swinging a mere bat and aims for the Hulk's face specifically. ]

[Cullen doesn't live in De Chima, but that doesn't mean he can't go exploring in this new world now does it? In addition to needing a new job, he's still of the opinion that the few Thedosians who've been brought here should probably find a way to stick together, which would mean finding a new place to live as well.

So he's out pounding the pavement, so to speak, clad in full plate armor with a sword at his hip. He's been following the chaos over the communicators just enough to know that he'd rather not be caught unaware without some form of protection, however mundane a sword might seem in this place.

...and now he's extremely glad of it, because that is a very, very large green something-or-other heading in his direction.]

[ The sword's new. Things have actually been kind of dull the past few hours, what with the lack of imPorts offering up a challenge, and the Hulk (or Ronnie King, Hornet activist; whichever) is glad for the change of pace.

He speaks as he approaches, ground shaking lightly beneath his footsteps — or because of the booming voice, maybe. ]

Did you pick that outfit, or did your government publicists do it for you?

[ To be fair, the word 'publicist' takes a little work and the enunciation's a little grumbly, but it's easy enough to understand. ]

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CLOSED | Kitty Jones, early evening of the 25th

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sorry kitty

:') i love it so much

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i have like 4 hulk icons SORRY IN ADVANCE

THAT'S COOL no worries

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( morning / 26th )

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De-Hulking the Hulk

hahaha