RP: What Savage Insanity? CHARACTERS: Bruce Banner & Open WHEN: Tuesday Morning LOCATION: A room on the train, then in the halls WARNINGS: PG SUMMARY: Arrival! STATUS: Closed and Complete
Bruce had been about to trigger an incident when it happened. He had begun having some limited control of both the changes and his other half, but it was still new. He had begin the trigger when he felt something shift, something change, and suddenly, he was elsewhere. He had just enough time to realize he had somehow been teleported across space, before his mind went green and Hulk pushed him aside.
And Hulk was having none of this. Hulk was tired of being messed with. Sure, things with puny Banner had gotten better, but still, Hulk was wary. Hulk had spent most of Hulk's life running, and fighting, because men would not leave Hulk alone. Now, with being teleported somewhere new, all Hulk knew was something was once more being done to him. All Hulk wanted was to be left alone.
Or at least not bothered when Hulk wanted quiet. But this thing, this train, puny Banner called it, it was imprisoning hulk. With a growl that hit the range of a roar, Hulk lashed out at the wall. Hulk fully expected the walls to crumple, the air to rush in, and for Hulk to be free to leap away. What happened instead, to Hulk's shock, was nothing at all. Hulk's fist slammed into the wall, and simply stopped. No dents, no loud sounds, nothing at all happened. It was as if the wall had simply ignored Hulk's punch.
And that made Hulk angry. With a cry, Hulk lashed out again, pounding Hulk's fists into the wall, over and over, with growing rage and desperation. Hulk knew that Hulk was the strongest one there was. And Hulk knew that Hulk got stronger, the madder Hulk got. But no matter how mad, or strong, Hulk got, there was no boom, no break, and no sign at all that he had done a thing. With a realization that this was futile, Hulk roared, a roar that was long and loud. Hulk panted, staring at the wall, before slumping down on the Hulk sized bed behind Hulk.
Slowly, slowly, Hulk relaxed. And slowly, Hulk realized that Hulk could look for answers elsewhere. With a grumble, Hulk rose to Hulk's feet, and opened the door. Hulk walked out, looking for a puny pinkskin to ask questions of. Surely one of them would know how the train was able to resist Hulk's power, and how Hulk could find peace. Hulk sighed. It was hard being Hulk.