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"Alright, now where's the other one?"

...

"The one that bit my tail, wise guy."

...

If anyone is curious, that is a big red guy pinning a tiny Treasure Troll doll to the wall by its florescent pink hair.

Just because the doll can't talk doesn't mean he can't interrogate it. And just because there's no heard reply to his questions doesn't mean what it isn't saying isn't pissing him off.

"What?! I outta-- " And that is the big red guy hauling his Big Stone Fist back like he's going to slug the little doll. Which, he just might, given the circumstances and ignoring the ~~probable~~ possible property damage.

[tiny tag: creepy doll]

[ooc: ~~sorry for the disappear, there was food, and then there was being on the roof working on the AC. I'll be around about another hour, and this can stay open for slows until it scrolls.~~ And bedtime. Shall pick up tags tomorrow.]

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Anton (who is holding a now limp teddy bear with a missing eye) pulls up short when he spots Red. We hope Red will forgive the poor man and his jaw laying on the floor.

Edited 2013-06-27 22:23 (UTC)

Fist drawn back and ready to swing, Red spots the guy staring. Looking down at the bear, then up to the man, Red gives a nod to the doll he has by the hair.

"What, you know this guy?"

"Nyet," Anton says, still stunned. That is a demon. A demon outside of the Twilight. His free hand half curls into the Hand of Binding but he holds off on the final casting in case the demon is a patron. It would be rude and Anton likely doesn't have the power to bind a demon that can manifest outside of the Twilight. "I do not but I would like to know what enchanted him."

The part of his mind that isn't nearly paralyzed recalls Red's words to the toy he is holding. "Do you understand them?"

The movement of Anton's hand catches Red's attention, and he sees what you're doing there.

Turning to face the guy fully, the doll now dangling at his side, Red's eyes narrow on Anton.

"Listen, comrade," he says, that 'comrade' not sounding too friendly at all, "you stop what you're doing, or you and me, we're gonna have problems." Of the five-fingered Mary variety.

Anton immediately drops the Hand and holds his hand out, fingers splayed.

"I am sorry. I am Anton Gorodetsky, of the Moscow Night Watch. I do not have much experience with demons ad well, defensive habit. Again, sorry. Do you understand the...toy?"

He is not quite sure what it is as trolls aren't very big in Russia.

"Whoa! Hey, Red! Cool it!" Enzo comes running up.

His gaze hardens a fraction more at being called 'demon', but at least this guy isn't threatening him anymore.

"Hellboy, Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. And yeah, I can talk to this guy, but he ain't saying nothing useful."

Lifting the troll doll up, he gives it a good shaking by the hair. The troll turns its nose up even as it's jangled around.

"There's a pull duck around here somewhere, and that little punk bites."

Red turns his head, giving an angry nod at the doll.

"This guy has it coming."

He can tell he has upset the demon again but isn't quite sure why, perhaps he will get a chance to make up for it later. And just what is this Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense? It sounds so very American. For now, however, there are the toys.

"I am hunting an item cursed by a witch that I think is behind all this. Could you ask it how it came to be? It might prove useful." Anton holds no illusions but protocols can be tried. "If I can take care of the item, all of this should be dispelled."

"A witch, huh? What kind?" Because there are quite a few.

Poking the Treasure Troll in its belly with his stone figure, Red says, "Well, you heard him. Where's the witchy-do that made you?"

In answer, the troll doll pulls its legs up, and shakes its bare rear at Anton and Hellboy.

The question is confusing to Anton but the troll's answer makes him laugh.

"I did not think that would work. A Dark witch? Russian?" This Hellboy is maybe from a different world for to Anton there is only one kind of witch.

"Perhaps I can see the ties to the witch's tool, can you hold the toy still...Arrrh." The reason for his cry is quickly apparent as he pulls his foot up to show the pullduck firmly clamped onto his ankle.

Edited 2013-06-28 03:15 (UTC)

Enzo taps his icon, which morphs into a shiny new Security badge. "Maybe, but the wall doesn't. What's going on? What is that? Or who?"

Around here it's hard to be sure.

"You little-- " And now the doll is clamped in Red's stone fist, with just its head and outrageous hair sticking out.

"Not really Baba Yaga's M.O.," he notes thoughtfully.

He starts to hold the troll out to Anton, but jerks it back when he sees the duck.

"Gotcha!" Bringing his foot down, Red tries to smash the duck.

Red's eyes widen a fraction, and he turns to face Enzo, closing his hand around the troll to make sure it doesn't get away.

"You going John Law on me here, kid?" He's hurt, Enzo. Hurt and annoyed, but chances are he'll be more curious in a minute about when and where Enzo got the security badge.

"I just want to know what's going on before you do anything," Enzo says in what he hopes is a reasonable tone. "And to make sure you don't punch through anything structural."

"I already told you, he deserves it," Red replies.

The doll turns its big ~~creepy~~ innocent eyes on Enzo, clearly pleading for help.

"Besides, this place survived an apocalypse, you really think I'd bring it down with one swing?" He's... actually kind of flattered there. His proud, almost smirk turns into a scowl when he sees what the doll is trying to pull.

"Hey! No doe eyes here, pal. Kid, this thing has evil written all over it, trust me."

"Ugh, Red, you know 'he deserves it' doesn't cut it... or answer my question."

He leans closer to look at the thing. It's definitely looking at him, and that could be considered a pleading expression in the right light, but it's kinda glassy.

If this wasn't Enzo Red might forget the doll and pick his fight with him, but it is Enzo, so Red doesn't. Red's still not too happy about the situation, though.

"This guy is in cahoots with the duck that bit my tail." Yes, he just used 'cahoots', and he's after a duck. "Plus, he was being creepy. Just look at him!"

Red shoves the troll doll closer to Enzo's face so he can get a look at the Evil it possesses.

The troll doll folds its hands together like its praying to Enzo for help.

It actually is a little creepy, but he's arguing with his buddy the demon. His girlfriend is a ghost. He is disinclined to judge on this basis, is the narrative's point.

Besides.

"Wait. A duck?"

"You may as well punch the thing," says a boy to his left. "I've taken a few apart and they seem to be just fine afterwards."

He adjusts his glasses. "Did it really mouth off to you, though?"

"Yeah, one of those pull ducks, with the string. Chomped on my tail, unprovoked," he adds, to build his case. "He ran off under a table, but before I could turn it over this punk ran interference on me. I nabbed him and I've been trying to grill him about the duck. He was just about to crack, too."

The sidelong look he gives Enzo clearly says something along the lines of, 'before someone interrupted things'.

A pull-duck? Enzo peers the troll. "Is this a creature or a... a toy?"

"Just fine?" he says, craning his head to look at the kid, disappointment plain.

What's the point of punching something if it's just going to be 'fine'?

"He thinks he's cute, I'm about to show him different." Or he was.

"It's a toy. Haven't you ever seen one of these ugly things before?"

He opens his hand to give Enzo a better look, and the Troll makes a break for it, hopping down and running away.

"HEY!" Red barks, drawing the Samaritan.

"Well, I mean, around here..."

Whoop! As fast as he can, Enzo produces a small rod and points it at the Troll. There's no visible beam, but the toy slows and then stops moving, as though its power had run down.

"Huh. That's different."

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