XIV.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Comments

ffff you caught me just as i was going to bed! 8'[ but yes, dictated always ....

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Crunch crunch crunch.]

I've handled worse before.

I hope I didn't just jinx myself.

i'm actually going, too. SLEEP WELL! ♥

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

Next thing you know we'll have killer trees.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

Now that would be something new.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

And mildly disturbing.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

At least you can just set them on fire. Pretty easy.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

And then I'd burn down Brock's cabin.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere in Paradisa, Brock Samson is weeping openly]

Everybody has to make sacrifices when faced with killer trees.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

To think we spend so much time trying to save them and they'd turn on us.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

I wonder if the journals count as eco-friendly. The pages never run out.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

[ DEADPAN: ]

Magic.

Even the garbage in the castle disappears without a trace. Food's always in full stock, pool stays clean no matter what, electricity never short circuits.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

Somebody's going through a lot of effort to make this the Stepford of magical castle/prisons.

What I wouldn't give to find the person who set this whole thing up.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't we all.

[ and a beatdown... maybe. ]

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

It's been quiet lately. I'm sure it's gearing up for something else. Maybe we'll get some clues for once.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

Halloween is coming. Last year candy corn was everywhere.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

Samhain too. That ought to be fun.

Candy corn will be better than leaves, anyway.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

Hopefully it won't come pouring out of everything, then.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[And suddenly, it occurs to him --]

Did anybody eat the candy corn?

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[ really... paradisa. :I ]

I don't think it did anything.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Oh ... boy ...]

These people really need to smarten up.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

They took ice cream from a stranger. That's one of the big No's your parents teach you when you're five.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

I wonder if we should introduce them to Stranger Danger.

Make some pamphlets or something.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

I guess people would rather enjoy the moment than think about all the potential danger from candy corn or ice cream.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

I guess so. It's still placing too much trust in this place.

[soldarius.livejournal.com]

If we have any psychologists here, I wonder what they think about how everyone adapts.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

If money meant anything in this place, any psychologists would be rich.