paradisalost

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XIV.

[Outside, Hellboy is wading through leaves, which is actually a little more annoying than you'd think, even for someone who's like seven feet tall.

Eventually he gets frustrated with this stupid bullshit and stops moving, taking out his journal to dictate into it.]

Is it usually like this in the fall? This many leaves, I mean. You'd think the trees would run out of them by now.

At least it's kind of pretty. Reminds me of home, almost. Is there anyone else here from New England?

[He turns around at that point to walk back the way he came, back to the castle --

but the path he forged has already been filled in with leaves.]

Son of a --

[Have some incoherent growling over the journal, Paradisa, accompanied by more crunching as Hellboy trudges back to the castle.]

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And are the leaves disappearing? Or do they just continue to multiply? [This could get rather frustrating if they just continue to fall...]

I have no idea. I just pushed a ton out of the way walking around out here, and the path filled in already. Like I wasn't there at all.

"A ton"? Was it too difficult to navigate the trail with all the leaves?

Figuratively speaking.

The trail disappeared, it looks like. There's got to be at least three feet of leaves out here.

Perhaps the castle's doing? Do you notice anything else that is odd outside?

Most likely. I can't really see anything for all the leaves, though.

Hmm.

Tell me where you are from.

[A complicated question! He will go the easiest route.]

Earth, if you've heard of it.

I have... Hm. Interesting. I will have to look into this weather here... I hope a copious amount of dying plant matter is all that's happening.

Most likely it's just the castle screwing around. The weather's been pretty normal since I got here though, so this is a bit different.

It could be worse to be honest. [Pause.] Then again, it's extremely sunny here and that's already horrible.

[Oh ... gee. Someone who doesn't like the sun.] Is that so.

Yes.

Why? Do you like the sun?

It's never done anything bad to me. Helped me out a couple times, actually.

What do you have against it?

It's painful. Not as much as the Alternian sun, but still to a degree most aggravating.

Alternian -- so you're from the same place as Karkat and Vriska. [Slightly more at ease now! At least he's not a vampire.]

Yes, exactly. Unfortunate that you had to learn of my race from them first, or rather, from Karkat. Serket is slightly more redeeming.

[Assuming Serket is Vriska ...] Well, I met Vriska first, actually. My first day here.

[He may have accidentally punched her across the town square. It ... was a thing.]

Ah, then good for you. A troll with many flaws, but she's almost as close to perfection as I am.

[How intriguing, he'd enjoy hearing about such feats of strength.]

[Perfection ... really.]

Somebody's modest.

I really am, aren't I? [He could be so much worse...]

[Maybe trolls don't know what sarcasm is.]

I didn't catch your name.

[They do.]

[Uh, sometimes.]

Equius, and yours?

Hellboy.

Interesting name. But it seems much of the population here are 'blessed' with such names.

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