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[hulk]

WHO: Hulk and you!! Also later Miles Morales and a very hungover Bruce Banner.
WHERE: Outside the Porter building!!
WHEN: A week ago. :B
WARNINGS: HULK.
SUMMARY: Errybody come stare and possibly provoke the giant green dude in the street!
FORMAT: WHICHEVER YOU LIKE. I'M EASY.


[ So here's Hulk. Dang, you may be thinking - that is a sweet Hulk. WRONG.

Hulk is just kind of standing around, growling in confusion, walking around the street as if he's expecting... Something. Which he kind of is? Because Hulk is used to coming around in situations with a whole lot more, like. Explosions. And gunfire. And yelling. And crashing. And stuff like that. But there's none of that happening yet and so Hulk isn't entirely sure what to do. He's a very reactionary kind of guy, you know.

So what does your character do upon seeing an eight and a half feet tall, half tonne giant green rage monster?? Let's find out! ]

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[returnsmagic]

[ what is this.

and why did this just happened?

Don't mind the old man just staring at you, Hulk, he's just busy WTFing over you. ]

[hulk]

[ Hulk just lumbers along, waiting for something to make sense again - even if making sense means having to run and jump and hurt things to avoid getting hurt back. But since the old man is being quiet and out of the way and not doing anything, Hulk's eyes just slide over him. ]

[returnsmagic]

[ If Aurican didn't know any better, he would have thought to be a very large ogre with little to no clothes.

He wonders if he should do anything. ]

Hello.


[ hey, it's a start. ]

[danceswithwater]

[Stalk it, of course. What else could a slip of an eleven year old help but do? For all the madness Arya has witnessed in this City, this was by far...well. Among them. When the Hulk didn't prove to seem either all that perceptive or an immediate threat, however, she switched more to trailing several steps behind him rather than darting from hiding place to hiding place.]

[hulk]

[ Aha, there's something - there's always somebody else trying to get at him. Hulk whips around faster than anything that size has a right to be, growling a challenge--

Except.

The growling ceases when Hulk gets an eyeful of the super tiny child in front of him. Just. What. What is this. ]

[danceswithwater]

[Arya starts for a moment- only a moment- as the thing bears down on her. By the time the growl creases she's done taking her (not at all- oh, she won't lie to herself. Very rapid) steps back...though her hand still stays white knuckled on the hilt of her (in comparison puny) sword.]

What?

[hulk]

[ Hulk rumbles curiously, squatting down to get a better look at this tiny thing. Narrowing his eyes at her, he snorts - a great gust of air - before growling again. ]

[danceswithwater]

[The grip on her sword was not loosening any in the face of that reaction. Though, even without Sherlock's observational 'pointers' she could tell it wouldn't do much against that. Even if it seemed oddly...friendly wasn't the word. But it was the first one that came to mind, when compared to what it could be.

She took a step forward, straightening her spine in the face of that growl. She'd dealt with dire wolves. She wouldn't submit now. Even if she couldn't totally force the tremor from her voice.]

I said what? I haven't caused you any harm. And I can walk where I want.

[hulk]

[ ...Okay, the tiny is talking at him, but. Not coming at him? Not in a way he's at all used to, so. What do?




The obvious answer is to pick up this tiny by the scruff of whatever and inspect it. Yes. This seems appropriate.

Hulk sniffs in her general direction and rumbles again, tilting his head this way and that. ]

[hellionated]

[ Yeah, that's a Hulk.

It's also pretty much one of the last things Julian ever wants to see on a street he's walking on. The last time he'd faced the Hulk, he'd been doing pretty good until the big guy made a sonic boom happen, and he was laid out with two burst eardrums. He'd been out for the count.

That means exactly one thing now - seeing a Hulk is a huge green flag for danger. So he lights up some green of his own. His aura flares around him and he flies up, already shielding himself and trying to hook one of the Hulk's wrists with his powers. ]

You have to be fucking kidding me! This is the last thing we need.

[hulk]

[ Hulk's eyes squint against the sudden flash of green light, one hand going up to shade his face. When he feels something lash around that wrist, he growls and tries to tug free to no avail.

And he does not like that. Not at all.

With his free hand, Hulk paws around for something, anything, and the first thing he grabs is a mailbox. With a screech of metal he rips it from the sidewalk and hurls it as hard and fast as he can at whatever this thing is to let him GO. ]

[hellionated]

[ Crap. Crap. Now there were flying mailboxes, and okay, this was gonna suck. There's a limit to how many things Julian's telekinesis can deal with at once, because he needs to be directly thinking about anything he's moving. So when the mailbox comes flying at him, he does the instinctive thing and parries it, launching it back down towards the Hulk.

As he does so, his hold on the wrist disintegrates, and by the time he realizes what he's done, the Hulk is free. ]

No, damn it! We've lost enough buildings! You're late for the smash the City party, so fuck you! Change back! [ This time he launches a wave of telekinesis at Hulk, trying to knock him off course and get his attention again. ]

[hulk]

[ Hulk backhands the mailbox, sending it into the side of a parked car and setting off the alarm. The noise takes him by surprise, and he turns from Julian to roar back at it because Hulk is loudest there is!!

Of course, that sets off more car alarms and adds more noise to the mix, which just makes Hulk roar the louder.

He's almost about to start smashing the cars to get them to just stop when the wall of force slams into him. It takes him by surprise, nearly knocking him off his feet before he compensates and slams his foot down to press against the wave, growling all the way. ]

[hellionated]

[ There's one car alarm going off after another right now, and Julian's left with the distinct impression that he's made things louder rather than quieter. Is that a good thing? This is probably a good thing. Of course, the Hulk's attention drifts, but then it's back on him and he grimaces. ]

I'll make you a deal. How about you stop smashing up the road, and I'll quit hitting you with shit.

[ In the meantime, he concentrates on his shield. ]

AFTER EVERYBODY ELSE'S THREADS OK

[remake]

[ Miles almost has a heart attack when he sees the Hulk change back to the skinny white dude, all hideous cracking bones and stretching, shrinking skin and-- well, after it's all over he awkwardly creeps over to touch one of Bruce's shoulders.

He's not entirely sure Bruce is still alive... ] Hey, are you-- hey, wake up...

AFTER ALL THE THREADS!!!

[hulk]

[ Okay, after a nasty transformation like that - everything hurts. It's like running a triathlon without stretching and then falling into a taffy pulling machine for a good couple hours. Getting poked after all that...

Ow.

He flinches slightly, groans. ]

Ugh...

[ He cracks an eye open to glance around, before thinking better of it and shutting it again. Christ, everything is horrible and achy and hurting and just. Can he go back to being unconscious again. Can this be a thing that happens. ]

[remake]

[ Miles pulls his hand back, like he's afraid that Bruce might explode into the Hulk again at any second. ] I- I-- um...

[ breathes for a second, rocking back on his feet ] Are you okay?

[hulk]

[ It takes a bit of doing, but eventually and with no small amount of moaning and groaning he sits up. He laughs once, quietly - and there's no humor in it, less when he winces because of it. ]

Not really.

[ A pause, because he actually looks at Spider-Man now, squinting and trying to remember what had happened. Not during of course, that'll come later in bits and pieces and he knows better than to dig after them now, but directly before. ...And he doesn't think this kid was there before everything went green.

Get yourself together, Banner, even if this is a stupid kid in a costume trying to play at superhero, it's still a kid and if he's here... Then he's probably seen some stuff. And it'd probably be nice for some kind of reassurance. So - together. Do it. ]

Will be in a bit. Sorry.

[remake]

[ Bruce is definitely giving him the vibe that he shouldn't be sticking around making a nuisance of himself, but Miles is pretty sure he also shouldn't be leaving him alone in the street looking like he's about to pass out.

He's not really aware he'd butt-dialed the entire Network yet. ] U-um, okay. Where... where are you gonna go? Now.

[hulk]

[ That is not the vibe he means, he's just... Not used to anybody sticking around through an episode. Bruce looks around blearily, blinking slowly and trying to get an idea of how bad the damage will be.

...Except wait a minute. ]

I'm. [ Beat. ] I'm still in the City?

[ He's totally confused because. Usually he wakes up miles (and if he's lucky it's only miles and not, you know, countries away) from where he'd started. ]

...Is th- What?

[incywincyhero]

[Spidey the Elder pelts his way across town as fast as his webs could carry him, desperately hoping that Hulk is in a patient mood today. Schyeah, right. Better to hope that Miles inherited those spider-reflexes.

As soon as he finds the approximate spot of Miles' transmission he lands on a rooftop and looks around, scanning the area for any signs of a dust-up. Or, you know, a not-so-jolly green giant.]

[hulk]

[ Said jolly green giant is just kind of... Standing there. In the street. The only real damages around are a few newly made, foot-shaped potholes in the asphalt, and a mailbox making itself at home in a sedan. But it's a station wagon, so really, no big loss there.

Other than that... It's much quieter than anyone should expect with the Hulk in play. ]

SAMMO SAID I COULD CRYING

[remake]

[ Miles certainly didn't expect it, anyway.

But he's gotten used to it, by now. After a few minutes of communing with the Hulk (aka panicking), Miles has migrated up to one of his shoulders, and peeks out over it once he spots the better Spider up on the rooftop.

... He awkwardly waves. ]

[incywincyhero]

[...And now that Peter knows Miles is safe, he can give in to his exasperation. Inwardly, at least -- Hulk being Hulk, he has to pitch his voice low and easy.]

Thank god you're all right, Junior ... but you think maybe you should step away from the nice green guy? [To Hulk:] Hey, big guy -- how's it, uh... hanging?

[He hops down from the lamppost and forward a few paces, eyeing Hulk warily from behind his white lenses.]

[hulk]

[ Hulk watches Spidey the elder carefully, forehead wrinkled as he frowns. There's certainly enough similarities that even he can figure it out, and rumbles questioningly at Miles before looking at Spidey the younger on his shoulder. ]