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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. ]

Comments

i have like 4 hulk icons SORRY IN ADVANCE

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[ 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. ]

THAT'S COOL no worries

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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[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!

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]