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futures_of_ash) wrote2020-04-07 02:14 am
futures_of_ash) wrote2020-04-07 02:14 am
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We can be subtle
Who: Rachel, Bruttenholm, Abe, vaguely Rasputin.
When: First part of the movie, changing the intended Death.
What: A canny old man and the Deathless Sorcerer.
Rachel had a headache. Hellboy was out pining at Liz again and Rachel had a headache. Granted, she had reason, and it was a long term thing currently. Bruttenholm made consoling noises and patted her shoulder feebly, "it's the boundaries dear, I've had you get too attuned to them..."
It was a lovely cover story really.
Really what happened was that months ago Rachel woke up from a nightmare that echoed through their family rooms and made even Abe thrash in his library tank; she'd seen Bruttenholm die.
Seen, felt, braced through the waves of reality shivers as a nearby reality that was, apparently a touch ahead of them in the timeline. Only Abe and Bruttenholm were privy to the details though. Hellboy wouldn't take it well and her 'uncle' decided he needed to react as naturally as was possible.
Especially in light of something like she'd seen.
Rasputin.
That was not a name that Bruttenholm had ever wanted to hear, no. The immortal monk, the deathless sorcerer, worker of dark arts and even darker bargains. No.
So she had a headache because what was coming needed to play a certain way so Hellboy could seal things as he needed to, and that meant an...illusion. An elaborate trap as it were. She'd been...revitalizing her uncle for years, honestly. Quietly, unintentionally. His cells were alive and strong and nothing like his outsides said they should be. His children were going to live a very long time after all...she couldn't bear to lose that.
He'd chided her when he first suspected years ago but it wasn't something she could honestly control. He was just...healthy. And strong, and frozen in time in a sense? It was best for his family, for the department (seriously they'd met the man intending to take over) and just...
...she was unknown as far as Bruttenolm suspected. She wasn't suppose to be there, Hellboy shouldn't have a sibling as it were, and he didn't think Rasputin could know about her. Ancient gods of chaos and Destruction, well, they could feel a world but he suspected she didn't fit. So she was wearing an amulet meant to hide her, make her seem more normal than she was.
Unimportant.
Just a young recruit assigned to accompany Bruttenholm to a doctor's visit where some remarkable solid illusions delivered the bad news about cancer.
And since they weren't certain how Rasputin might bbe gathering information inside the department, so Abe, more attuned to Rachel's mind than even she could really explained ran into the man, falling easily into the plan to share a moment of 'distress' over what he felt in Bruttenholms chest, and a quiet "Don't tell Hellboy".
Holding such complex illusions though was like holding two bodies in one space, and her head hurt. Eventually she'd be piloting the illusion and hiding Bruttenholm and that would be fun right?
Sure.
Feeling Rasputin slide into their home later was like watching their home get bombed honestly. Only the knowledge that this had to happen helped keep her from tipping over into sheer rage. Abraham had sent Hellboy out early, worried and desperate with a "Find Liz!" request.
Her brother didn't need to be asked twice, no.
And now she got to stand shivering in her bathroom and hold, and hold, and hold as Bruttenholm spoke through her to the evil creeping in her home, and hold, and hold, and hold some more as a knife was slid between her ribs, or the replicates anyway, but it had to have life force, and pure semblance of a soul and mind, and gods that hurt as much as her head...
...and hold.
And hold.
And hold some more until the evil slithered away and she could wipe an arm numbly under her nose, finally realizing her nose had been bleeding for some time and huh...
...
::Ow::
She cracked her chin when she passed out in the bathroom, whatever Rasputin was, he was nasty, and draining, and it would gave been so much less energy intensive to just burn him away, but then the greater problem lingered and they couldn't have that.
No.
When she woke up, well, there'd be a memory field, and Hellboy could hate her later, but when he was home he'd know his father was safe, but outside the walls, he wouldn't...
...but Hellboy wouldn't be home soon and unconscious was so very nice at times.
With luck Abe wasn't going to stick her in medical?
Yeeeeah.
Especially since Bruttenholm was going to be secluded in his children's home wing, and wouldn't be able to visit.
Bah.
When: First part of the movie, changing the intended Death.
What: A canny old man and the Deathless Sorcerer.
Rachel had a headache. Hellboy was out pining at Liz again and Rachel had a headache. Granted, she had reason, and it was a long term thing currently. Bruttenholm made consoling noises and patted her shoulder feebly, "it's the boundaries dear, I've had you get too attuned to them..."
It was a lovely cover story really.
Really what happened was that months ago Rachel woke up from a nightmare that echoed through their family rooms and made even Abe thrash in his library tank; she'd seen Bruttenholm die.
Seen, felt, braced through the waves of reality shivers as a nearby reality that was, apparently a touch ahead of them in the timeline. Only Abe and Bruttenholm were privy to the details though. Hellboy wouldn't take it well and her 'uncle' decided he needed to react as naturally as was possible.
Especially in light of something like she'd seen.
Rasputin.
That was not a name that Bruttenholm had ever wanted to hear, no. The immortal monk, the deathless sorcerer, worker of dark arts and even darker bargains. No.
So she had a headache because what was coming needed to play a certain way so Hellboy could seal things as he needed to, and that meant an...illusion. An elaborate trap as it were. She'd been...revitalizing her uncle for years, honestly. Quietly, unintentionally. His cells were alive and strong and nothing like his outsides said they should be. His children were going to live a very long time after all...she couldn't bear to lose that.
He'd chided her when he first suspected years ago but it wasn't something she could honestly control. He was just...healthy. And strong, and frozen in time in a sense? It was best for his family, for the department (seriously they'd met the man intending to take over) and just...
...she was unknown as far as Bruttenolm suspected. She wasn't suppose to be there, Hellboy shouldn't have a sibling as it were, and he didn't think Rasputin could know about her. Ancient gods of chaos and Destruction, well, they could feel a world but he suspected she didn't fit. So she was wearing an amulet meant to hide her, make her seem more normal than she was.
Unimportant.
Just a young recruit assigned to accompany Bruttenholm to a doctor's visit where some remarkable solid illusions delivered the bad news about cancer.
And since they weren't certain how Rasputin might bbe gathering information inside the department, so Abe, more attuned to Rachel's mind than even she could really explained ran into the man, falling easily into the plan to share a moment of 'distress' over what he felt in Bruttenholms chest, and a quiet "Don't tell Hellboy".
Holding such complex illusions though was like holding two bodies in one space, and her head hurt. Eventually she'd be piloting the illusion and hiding Bruttenholm and that would be fun right?
Sure.
Feeling Rasputin slide into their home later was like watching their home get bombed honestly. Only the knowledge that this had to happen helped keep her from tipping over into sheer rage. Abraham had sent Hellboy out early, worried and desperate with a "Find Liz!" request.
Her brother didn't need to be asked twice, no.
And now she got to stand shivering in her bathroom and hold, and hold, and hold as Bruttenholm spoke through her to the evil creeping in her home, and hold, and hold, and hold some more as a knife was slid between her ribs, or the replicates anyway, but it had to have life force, and pure semblance of a soul and mind, and gods that hurt as much as her head...
...and hold.
And hold.
And hold some more until the evil slithered away and she could wipe an arm numbly under her nose, finally realizing her nose had been bleeding for some time and huh...
...
::Ow::
She cracked her chin when she passed out in the bathroom, whatever Rasputin was, he was nasty, and draining, and it would gave been so much less energy intensive to just burn him away, but then the greater problem lingered and they couldn't have that.
No.
When she woke up, well, there'd be a memory field, and Hellboy could hate her later, but when he was home he'd know his father was safe, but outside the walls, he wouldn't...
...but Hellboy wouldn't be home soon and unconscious was so very nice at times.
With luck Abe wasn't going to stick her in medical?
Yeeeeah.
Especially since Bruttenholm was going to be secluded in his children's home wing, and wouldn't be able to visit.
Bah.