four | dictated.

[kethedammit]

[You know what gets boring fast? Camping. Mildmay has recited all the songs and riddles he knows to himself, but, when you've got a magic talking book, those pursuits loose their flavor fast. Instead, itching curiosity dictates...]

Any of y'all got stories where you're from? [And, in case people are from places where this isn't an understood practice...] I'll trade, if'n you got any I ain't heard.

(no subject)

[unnaturalpause]

( Nikola Tesla )

Seventh Snowflake

[sugarwaffo]

Hey, hey, Mr. Journal.

Anyone remember that biiiiig shake? Uwaaaah, it sure was scary! Everything went all topsy-turvy and made a huge mess.

Is that cleaned up by now?

XXXVIII.

[hellshaped]

[Filtered away from the First Gens, their allies, and any who would pass this information onto them.]
[Hellboy's tone is incredibly blasé. If there's one thing he's good at, it's dealing with weird stuff.]

In case anyone was wondering what was out here at Terre Haute.

It's giraffes.





[Yep.]

The Story of the Apperance: [dictated/action for the woods]

[unvarnished]

[when he first opens his eyes there's an immediate burst of relief and joy: he did it. He lets out a soft laugh and flexes his fingers. But that feeling is gone almost as quickly as it comes, because he sees where he is, and there's something very wrong with it.

How in the world did he get all the way out into the woods again? He sits up, looking around anxiously]

Emma? [hers is naturally the first name to come to mind. He pulls up to his feet, looking around] Emma!