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Post by Blacksteel on Oct 24, 2009 22:57:54 GMT -5
"I don't want to overstay a welcome that was never given to me in the first place, either."
He tried to cross his arms over his chest, but failed miserably, so he instead opted for stuffing his flesh-and-blood hand in his pocket. His fingers brushed against the crystal, the one that brought him here in the first place, which felt warm to the touch for some reason.
"And I'm following you because I thought I was your agent," he asked, though it wasn't so much a question as it was a statement. He then extended his left hand out. "And I guess you should take this back. It's yours, right?"
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Post by eez on Oct 24, 2009 23:16:28 GMT -5
"Technically, you are NOT my agent." Zurg corrected, walking a little closer to the demon. "You're not my agent until you sign a contract to symbolize your--preferably--undying loyalties to me, your employer."
But Zurg stopped that current train of thought when he saw the man pull out a familiar object.
"A-A-A...." He stuttered, finding himself rushing over to the man. "Where did you find this!?" The Evil Emperor demanded, growing visibly flustered to the point where his eyes began to glow somewhat. "Where did you get your mitts on a pylon!?"
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Post by Blacksteel on Oct 24, 2009 23:33:18 GMT -5
"Geeze!" Hellboy backed up a few steps in surprise at Zurg's sudden outburst. "I found it. In... a cave... of sorts. And it brought me to you, so I assumed it was yours."
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Post by eez on Oct 24, 2009 23:39:55 GMT -5
"Well you would be correct, for once." Zurg mentioned and before anyone could object, he swiped the odd crystal from the man's hand with an indignant grunt. "And since you already used it, that means you're stranded here. In this time and location."
Strange. How come Red was from the past? This never happened before!
"Hmmmm, knowing your genetic make-up, it must have taken longer to process your alien code and in that regard, it took a good millennia to sort you out in this era." The Evil Emperor mused, tapping a tooth. "Odd....it was never intended to be used in this regard."
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Post by Blacksteel on Oct 25, 2009 0:01:44 GMT -5
"You mean there's no way for me to go back!? I'm stranded? in the future!?" He blinked several times, then shook his head as if in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "So wait, what--what year is it?
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Post by eez on Oct 25, 2009 0:07:55 GMT -5
"Not that I know of." Zurg shrugged with an apologetic expression. "Time doesn't work that way, you know. There's no rewind button on this remote. You said the commands and well, now you're here and since you apparently didn't leave a pylon behind, it was a one-way ticket."
But at least the Evil Emperor got one of his items back! And from the past no less!
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Post by Blacksteel on Oct 25, 2009 0:28:21 GMT -5
"Oh, great. This is just pea--" Hellboy suddenly straightened, realizing something. "Wait... if this is the future... then that means..." That Earth hadn't been destroyed after all. That did raise the demon's spirits, if slightly.
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Post by eez on Oct 25, 2009 0:30:30 GMT -5
"Then that means what?" Zurg asked, perking up just as the demon did so simply because he saw him do it. "Wait, why I am suddenly straightening my back...."
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Post by Blacksteel on Oct 25, 2009 0:36:00 GMT -5
"Well, that there's nothing for me to really worry about," the demon replied, exhaling in relief. "So... this calls for a celebration. Wanna go grab a drink?"
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Post by eez on Oct 25, 2009 12:36:16 GMT -5
"A, uh, drink?" Zurg repeated with a crooked lip, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. By drink did the man mean alcohol? Well, the Evil Emperor never really HAD a drop of the stuff in his life so he couldn't really give fair judgment but, then again, this was alcohol they were discussing! A foreign drink!
"You know what," He finally managed to decide, "I'm good. Um, alcohol doesn't really, how do I say, suit my palate. You understand. I'm more of a water/juice/soda person."
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Post by Blacksteel on Oct 25, 2009 12:43:30 GMT -5
"Aw, come on, one beer won't hurt you! Hmm... I wonder if they still have beer around here. Anyway, it's not like you have to drink alcohol if you don't want to anyway. But it'll be pretty weird if I'm the only one drinking, you know?" He chuckled and elbowed the emperor amiably.
Even though the initial shock of most probably and indefinitely being stranded here gave him the willies, it wasn't like it was that much of a problem. No, his problems all lay in the past--literally--so he'd just have to make the most of it. Come on, it wasn't like those goons from before would try to force him into fulfilling his crazy so-called purpose now that centuries--and maybe even millennia--had passed.
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Post by eez on Oct 25, 2009 12:54:03 GMT -5
"I really shouldn't..." Zurg replied uncomfortably, getting elbowed in the side by a rather gruff elbow. The Evil Emperor had never tasted anything with alcohol before and since he was on Capital Planet, not somewhere where he was more secure, he didn't want to risk leaving himself vulnerable in enemy territory. It sounded like reasonable thinking, right?
But then again, his agent--who was yet to be his agent--wanted to go....and Darkmatter never really invited him anywhere so....
"Well....I guess one bar visit won't hurt, right?" The Evil Emperor concluded, although his voice didn't sound as firm. "I guess, while you drink, we could discuss the terms of your contract while we're at it. You know! Kill two gnarlzaks with one meteor!" He smiled a bit while nodding at the entire process.
Could work!
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Post by Blacksteel on Oct 25, 2009 13:14:04 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me," the demon said, putting an arm around Zurg's shoulders and leading him away from the immediate area. "And you can start by telling me a few things about this place. Like what in tarnation is a gnarl...whadjamacallit."
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Post by eez on Oct 25, 2009 13:20:40 GMT -5
"Well you see...." The Evil Emperor smile grew wider as he tapped a tooth. This might seem like a good evening after all!
The two men began to enter into small conversation and before you knew it, they had left the situation behind them with higher spirits than before; employer and employee about to hit it off smashingly to a new chapter.
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Post by Skyfire on Oct 25, 2009 13:28:35 GMT -5
((@cherry: As I typed out this post, I was listening to “Everything I Own,” by Bread. Did you ever see Livie’s Beer music video that got removed from YouTube? You can still see it on her Photobucket account. I love that video – it’s just so sweet. )) That hint of a smile grew beyond a hint into a small, upward curve. That was his Mira. And how weird was that? She could yell at him all she wanted, and yet he was just happy that they were both alive and okay. Maybe sometimes, that was all you needed. He wanted to tell her not to go just yet, wanted try to work out just what exactly he felt her, wanted to tell her about it. …But… He was tired, he probably couldn’t manage that right now, and… she’d be back tomorrow. So he just nodded, very slightly. That little smile grew wider. “Thanks,” he whispered. “G’night.”
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