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conflictedhero.livejournal.com[OOM: A beginning... - In which Hulk comes home, but makes a stop first, and it goes about as he thinks it will. Spoilers for World War Hulk #1]
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Sep. 24th, 2007 11:40 pmconflictedhero.livejournal.com[OOM: This is the story of the Green Scar... - Warnings for spoilers for Planet Hulk and the beginning of World War Hulk.]
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Jun. 30th, 2006 08:42 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comIn the Bar, Bruce is sitting with his pack and watching the Door, a thoughtful look on his face. It has been over a month since he last went back to Earth, and, while he never would have thought it possible, he misses it. So he is ready, packed, and set to go.
He knows exactly where and when he wants to go and what he wants to do. And he is hoping for a peaceful time of it. Not that he expects it, but he is hoping.
He knows exactly where and when he wants to go and what he wants to do. And he is hoping for a peaceful time of it. Not that he expects it, but he is hoping.
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Jun. 26th, 2006 11:47 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/There was a small girl near the fire, wrapped in a blanket and playing with a very tolerant green duck. Squealing with delight over every little thing.
Ana, it seemed, had decided to try something new, it had been a while since she'd been so young, and she'd decided she liked it. Except for the fact that she couldn't reach the bar to get herself breakfast.
But, Duck! Green! Wheee!
Ana, it seemed, had decided to try something new, it had been a while since she'd been so young, and she'd decided she liked it. Except for the fact that she couldn't reach the bar to get herself breakfast.
But, Duck! Green! Wheee!
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Jun. 15th, 2006 06:50 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comBruce sits in a booth, working on calculations on papers. On the table is a mass of papers, scribbled with neat handwritten equations. A small device, looking like a borg cube in miniature, sits, pulsing with green light, in the middle of the table.
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Jun. 11th, 2006 01:38 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comBruce sits at a stool at the bar, tapping away at his laptop, humming under his breath. He is writing notes on an article he read. He is distracted, however, by thoughts of past, present, and future. He smiles wryly and takes a sip of his drink before going back to his notes.
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Jun. 6th, 2006 08:05 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comBruce sits at a table near the bar, tapping away at a laptop, he fingers moving slowly as he works equations. He pushes back the glasses from the tip of his nose and continues to work, ignoring the breakfast that Bar sent along with the juice he ordered.
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May. 30th, 2006 09:18 amthe-damsel.livejournal.comIt wasn't quite summer yet in New York, but it was close enough. The weather had been clear and hot, but thankfully hadn't quite reached the point where it was oppressive. That said, a change for the cooler wasn't unwelcome, and when the front door opened to reveal the t-shirt-clad form of April O'Neil, the wry quirk to her lips suggested she was pleased enough to step over the threshold into the familiar confines of Milliways Bar.
She'd been around, but rarely for more than a few minutes together, generally simply checking in or using the bar as a way station between her New York and late-1800s London. Today, though, April thought she'd linger awhile, if only to take note of the growing sea of unfamiliar faces, and perhaps see a few familiar ones, as well.
Seating herself at the bar, she ordered coffee -- Large, with lots of sugar and cream, and Bar still knew just how to make it -- and opened the copy of the New York Times that had been tucked under her arm.
[OOC: It's been awhile; please feel free to interrupt her!]
She'd been around, but rarely for more than a few minutes together, generally simply checking in or using the bar as a way station between her New York and late-1800s London. Today, though, April thought she'd linger awhile, if only to take note of the growing sea of unfamiliar faces, and perhaps see a few familiar ones, as well.
Seating herself at the bar, she ordered coffee -- Large, with lots of sugar and cream, and Bar still knew just how to make it -- and opened the copy of the New York Times that had been tucked under her arm.
[OOC: It's been awhile; please feel free to interrupt her!]
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May. 30th, 2006 07:01 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comAt a seat on the Bar, Bruce Banner sits and reads. Occassionally, he pushes his glasses back up his nose as they attempt to slip off his nose. He is studying for his upcoming attempt to fix things, to set things right. Scatterred across the Bar, near him, are quite a few thick books.
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May. 23rd, 2006 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alwaysroomforhopeSteph's in the Bar again, sprawled across a couch, reading.
It's a book on Arthurian History, and her eyes are a little glazed, but she's determined to get through it.
Don't ask why.
It's a book on Arthurian History, and her eyes are a little glazed, but she's determined to get through it.
Don't ask why.
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May. 23rd, 2006 01:41 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comA tired looking man wanders to a table, followed by a wait rat who carries a large tray.
Bruce is carrying quite a few books, which he sets down at a table as he sets himself down. The tray is set down next to the books. Bruce just asked for a small something to eat. Waffles and sausage and eggs and hashbrowns apparently are Bar's prescription for Bruce.
He eyes the and sighs but begins to eat.
Bruce is carrying quite a few books, which he sets down at a table as he sets himself down. The tray is set down next to the books. Bruce just asked for a small something to eat. Waffles and sausage and eggs and hashbrowns apparently are Bar's prescription for Bruce.
He eyes the and sighs but begins to eat.
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May. 23rd, 2006 12:22 amfutures_of_ashShe doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night.
There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.
There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.
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May. 19th, 2006 04:12 amfutures_of_ashThere's a woman slowly exercising by the lakeshore, in fact, right now she seems to be on handstands that tumble into rolls. It's nice to be able to move smoothly again, and the actions may come in handy soon...
And no, she's not cheating, though people are welcome to ask if she is.
And no, she's not cheating, though people are welcome to ask if she is.
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May. 17th, 2006 01:52 pmconflictedhero.livejournal.comBruce Banner is in the bar, in a booth, fiddling with several instruments and writing down readings off of them ever few minutes.
The instruments are somewhat battered, but appear in good shape and he is working steadily, only stopping to push his glasses back up when they try to slip off his nose. Several papers filled with scrawled notes and figures are scattered over the table.
The instruments are somewhat battered, but appear in good shape and he is working steadily, only stopping to push his glasses back up when they try to slip off his nose. Several papers filled with scrawled notes and figures are scattered over the table.
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May. 10th, 2006 09:58 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comHe hasnt been downstairs in awhile, but days go by and you have to stretch your legs, you have to get out. He has had a lot to think of, since talking to Rachel and Molly. And everything is jumbled in his head, even as things seem clearer than ever before.
And so he slinks almost shyly into the main room, eyes moving around him nervously as he settles on a stool at the side of the bar nearest the stairs.
He is jumpy and almost ready to bolt, but he is there. Soon he has a tall shake in front of him, as well as soup and a burger. Seems Bar has noticed his lack of eating.
With a shaky grin, he digs in.
And so he slinks almost shyly into the main room, eyes moving around him nervously as he settles on a stool at the side of the bar nearest the stairs.
He is jumpy and almost ready to bolt, but he is there. Soon he has a tall shake in front of him, as well as soup and a burger. Seems Bar has noticed his lack of eating.
With a shaky grin, he digs in.
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May. 5th, 2006 09:15 amfutures_of_ashRachel is in the bar, slowly stretching in the rafters. The feel of muscles moving under whole, undamaged skin is something that makes her smile. And, for a wonder, she's actually not wearing spandex or torn jeans...no. She's wearing a small work out bra, rippling scars showing in breathtaking patterns everytime she bends her back.
It's a tale of pain and agony each time the light shifts over the slick skin...
Perhaps that's why she's in the rafters. She hates to bother people.
[Alas, the computer is being stolen from me. Open to slowtags of course]
It's a tale of pain and agony each time the light shifts over the slick skin...
Perhaps that's why she's in the rafters. She hates to bother people.
[Alas, the computer is being stolen from me. Open to slowtags of course]
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May. 5th, 2006 07:10 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comIn one booth, sitting with his back against a wall, is a Bruce. His legs are stretched out in front of him on the bench of the booth and a book is laid face down on those legs. A large mug of something vaguely like coffee sits and stews on the table as he sits with his head hack against the wall, watching, sometimes, the passing crowds.
Most of the time he has spent here has been in refuge, relaxation, and seeking hope, chasing ideas and cure dreams. Even though he still researches, he now sees also darker shadows here. For his curse has followed him, and this place no longer offers complete refuge from nightmares long carried.
This morning, red eyes are the eyes that peer out from behind glasses at the crowd, and he sits, and thinks, and wonders what will happen next.
Most of the time he has spent here has been in refuge, relaxation, and seeking hope, chasing ideas and cure dreams. Even though he still researches, he now sees also darker shadows here. For his curse has followed him, and this place no longer offers complete refuge from nightmares long carried.
This morning, red eyes are the eyes that peer out from behind glasses at the crowd, and he sits, and thinks, and wonders what will happen next.
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May. 1st, 2006 07:54 pmconflictedhero.livejournal.comhe had slept on and off for days and now he comes abck down and settles at the bar. He asks her for a glass of water and gets it along with a note.
He blinks at it and goes paler yet. He drags himself, and his water, and the note to a booth and sits there, staring into space, in shock, his mind still roiling from fear and nightmares and worse things. tears, silent and unnoticed, slowly track down his face.
He blinks at it and goes paler yet. He drags himself, and his water, and the note to a booth and sits there, staring into space, in shock, his mind still roiling from fear and nightmares and worse things. tears, silent and unnoticed, slowly track down his face.
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May. 1st, 2006 12:01 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comMolly spent part of her morning writing notes to various people, and now she takes them to the bar and asks for them to be delivered to the appropriate parties.
“Lady Bar, could you please see that these get to the proper people when they come in?”
She leaves four folded slips of parchment. One for Bruce Banner, one for Asar Suti, one for Arithon, and one for Tim Hunter
As they vanish into the bar top, Molly nods, and then turns and walks with Cain back up to her room.
“Lady Bar, could you please see that these get to the proper people when they come in?”
She leaves four folded slips of parchment. One for Bruce Banner, one for Asar Suti, one for Arithon, and one for Tim Hunter
As they vanish into the bar top, Molly nods, and then turns and walks with Cain back up to her room.
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May. 1st, 2006 09:34 amconflictedhero.livejournal.com[[OOM: Nightmares twisted in the Darkness - In which Joe Fixit influences Bruce's nightmares and makes him 'remember' something that drives him awake with horror. Warnings for violence, semi-graphic sex, violent sexuality and lots of lies.]]
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Apr. 29th, 2006 09:24 pmblue_ajahShortly before sunset, Moiraine had come downstairs and gone quietly out the door to the lake. From time to time, a particularly observant or sensitive patron might well have noticed a flicker of golden or silver light near the edge of the building, or by the greenhouse, or at the fringes of the forest.
Sunset had turned into deep dusk, and now night has fallen. The Aes Sedai is still outside, gliding noiselessly over the grass under the dark of the moon. Silver fire sparks from her fingertips as she tests possibilities and considers threads.
Frequently, her gaze flicks upward as she scans rooftops and skies and the branches of trees.
Sunset had turned into deep dusk, and now night has fallen. The Aes Sedai is still outside, gliding noiselessly over the grass under the dark of the moon. Silver fire sparks from her fingertips as she tests possibilities and considers threads.
Frequently, her gaze flicks upward as she scans rooftops and skies and the branches of trees.
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Apr. 29th, 2006 08:24 pmconflictedhero.livejournal.comAfter This:
At the edge of the forest, a giant green figure lurks, grumbling under it's breath.
As Hulk moves, small deadwood snaps under Hulk's feet. Trees almost bend out of the way as Hulk moves.
Hulk's skin is slowly healing several wounds, bullet holes and burns from the looks of them, and Hulk is not happy. Hulk is almost steaming from anger as he moves through the forest's outer area.
At the edge of the forest, a giant green figure lurks, grumbling under it's breath.
As Hulk moves, small deadwood snaps under Hulk's feet. Trees almost bend out of the way as Hulk moves.
Hulk's skin is slowly healing several wounds, bullet holes and burns from the looks of them, and Hulk is not happy. Hulk is almost steaming from anger as he moves through the forest's outer area.
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Apr. 29th, 2006 08:17 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.com[[After this: Part Four - Grey Skies Ending - In which they .
find a way back home.]]
The door to the bar crashes open, and a huge green figure appears, carrying a small redheaded woman on top of a pile of bags and luggage. He is breathing heavily and has signs of several wounds along his form to show he has been through a battle recently. His clothing is utterly in tatters now.
Molly had left Milliways with Bruce Banner several days ago, but is now returning with the Hulk. She is beaten, bruised and nearly broken, and now she is shaking violently at the sight of a place she had thought she'd never see again.
"Please put me down," she tells the Hulk, and gasps and hisses as she hits the floor unceremoniously along with several bags that he's been holding. He looks at her and his eyes are a dull pained green.
"Hulk not like fighting. Hulk sorry nice redhead woman hurt. Hulk go away now."
As soon as his eyes lift from hers the kindness is gone and he growls with barely suppressed rage, simply leaving her there in a heap on the floor, crashing out the back door and disappearing from sight.
Molly can't do anything for the moment but stare off in shock, trembling. Then in a quiet voice, she simply says:
"I'm going to need some help."
find a way back home.]]
The door to the bar crashes open, and a huge green figure appears, carrying a small redheaded woman on top of a pile of bags and luggage. He is breathing heavily and has signs of several wounds along his form to show he has been through a battle recently. His clothing is utterly in tatters now.
Molly had left Milliways with Bruce Banner several days ago, but is now returning with the Hulk. She is beaten, bruised and nearly broken, and now she is shaking violently at the sight of a place she had thought she'd never see again.
"Please put me down," she tells the Hulk, and gasps and hisses as she hits the floor unceremoniously along with several bags that he's been holding. He looks at her and his eyes are a dull pained green.
"Hulk not like fighting. Hulk sorry nice redhead woman hurt. Hulk go away now."
As soon as his eyes lift from hers the kindness is gone and he growls with barely suppressed rage, simply leaving her there in a heap on the floor, crashing out the back door and disappearing from sight.
Molly can't do anything for the moment but stare off in shock, trembling. Then in a quiet voice, she simply says:
"I'm going to need some help."
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Apr. 29th, 2006 04:30 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comGrey Skies
Part Three - Greyer Skies Yet - In which a seemingly mortally wounded Grey Hulk heals and then asks Molly for something... shocking.
OOM 10 - Refuge
OOM 11 - Awakening and Healing
OOM 12 - Offer
OOM 13 - The Next Morning
Part Three - Greyer Skies Yet - In which a seemingly mortally wounded Grey Hulk heals and then asks Molly for something... shocking.
OOM 10 - Refuge
OOM 11 - Awakening and Healing
OOM 12 - Offer
OOM 13 - The Next Morning
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Apr. 29th, 2006 01:54 pmmollyprewett.livejournal.comGrey Skies
Part Two - Grey Skies Storming - In which Molly is captured by the government and the Hulk comes to the rescue... but will she want to see this Hulk coming?
OOM 6 - Spy!
OOM 7 - No Hope, No Way Out
OOM 8 - Despair
OOM 9 - Cry Havoc and Hulk!
Part Two - Grey Skies Storming - In which Molly is captured by the government and the Hulk comes to the rescue... but will she want to see this Hulk coming?
OOM 6 - Spy!
OOM 7 - No Hope, No Way Out
OOM 8 - Despair
OOM 9 - Cry Havoc and Hulk!
