Case #52: Video

[19centconstable]

[It looks as though George did not mean for this transmission to be video, because his comm is giving a view of concrete passing beneath George's feet. It's passing a little unsteadily, and every now and then one of George's hands is just visible in the upper corner of the screen. His palm is bleeding, as though it has been punctured by something very small and very thin and very sharp. George's voice sounds raspy.]

I...this is Constable George Crabtree, requesting...I'm on orders of the GCPD. In pursuit of a gang ruffians who attempted...attempted...OI! You there!

[George's feet skid to a woozy stop.]

You... I feel...

[George's comm clatters to the ground. Three punks stand at the dead-end of an alley. A shadow begins loom over them, growing taller and broader and taller...]

Comments

Audio:

[isthenight]

Where are you?

Video

[19centconstable]

[George doesn't exactly answer. But something very big and strangely green is suddenly on the punks. It grabs one of them by the throat and lifts the man up. His feet tread air. The green behemoth snorts in the punk's face, then it throws.

Did you know? George is an excellent pitcher.

The punk flies through the air with a Wilhelm scream, and lands in a trash bin, where he seems dazed but unharmed.

So that's sort of an answer, in a way.]

Do you want to log or spam c:

[isthenight]

[Whelp. Dick will be calling in others for a potential location and will be coming in to see how bad things are.]

Let's spam!

[19centconstable]

[This is how bad things are: three punks in trash cans hung from a street lamp, and a hulking green creature alternating between stalking around them like a sheep dog, keeping the herd close, and picking up nearby objects and hurling them, because George-Hulk slightly annoyed.

Nearby objects such as small cars, by the way.]

Spam! :D

[isthenight]

[He makes pretty good time coming across the rooftops and quickly lands on a ledge near where George-Hulk is running around, cape billowing out behind him and looking maybe a little bit like a living gargoyle. He doesn't bother with the Batvoice as he calls out to him, falling into one George would hopefully recognize.]

George? It's me. [He was going to avoid identifying himself by name if he could, unwilling to compromise the identity of his counterpart, just in case he was still alive.] Can you understand me?

Spam!

[19centconstable]

[The punks see Dick first.]

Batman! Save us!

[One of them whimpers. George's head jerks in Dick's direction. He leaps at the building Dick's ledge is on and smashes his fists through the brick to create hand holds. He smashes his way towards Dick's voice.]

[scentbombed]

George?

[19centconstable]

[A huge green hand picks up George's comm, and then a huge green face peers into it. Said face is close. Very close. Tooclose! It sniffs at the comm. It pops the comm in its mouth. It spits the comm back out, because: ew.

It has George's eyes. Not, like, in its hand or anything. Its eyes are George's eyes.]

[scentbombed]

[That sound is the sound of a werewolf transformation! The screen careens wildly as it suddenly comes much closer to the ground, but for once, she doesn't switch it off, so have a wolf's-eye view of Gotham, everyone. She is running like hell through its streets.]

[19centconstable]

[George-Hulk growls at the little moving pictures. Stay still, pictures! Someone in you said his name. He thinks. Maybe. It's hard to remember.]

[scarlet_discord]

Oh no--oh Gods. George!

Guys, guys...somebody help me find him. Somebody drugged George!

[19centconstable]

[Technically, somebody accidentally stabbed George with drugs during a struggle, but the result is the same.

Meth is a hell of a drug.

The punks are all in trash cans by now, and said trash cans are hanging on a street lamp. They're all fine, but they won't be going anywhere. Because there's a green giant stomping back and forth in front of them, and he doesn't look jolly.]

[scarlet_discord]

G...eoooorge?

[Blink. Blink.]

Wow, someone finally managed to make George angry.

[19centconstable]

[YOU WOULDN'T LIKE GEORGE WHEN HE'S ANGRY!!!1! No, that's not true, you'd probably still like him. He's just that likable.]

[scarlet_discord]

Nice guys that turn into scary giants seems to be a theme in my life. Go get 'em, George!

[19centconstable]

[George-Hulk shakes the comm. Little box keeps saying him name!

No, George, do not lick the screen.]

[isthenight]

I'm on it. Stay clear for now, we're still trying to figure out exactly what this stuff does to people.

[scarlet_discord]

U-understood. Plus me upset might not actually be a good thing for you guys to have onscene.

[isthenight]

He'll be okay. I'll let you know what's going on once I've got more info.

[scarlet_discord]

[A slightly forced smile]

If all else fails maybe we can lure him back onto the Barge with pie. Take a hell of a lot of rhubarb though.

[strangehistorian]

Oh no!

Constable, are you alright?

[19centconstable]

[George isn't quite here right now. Well, technically he is, but he's a bit busy roaring at punks. Which is a bit unlike him.]

[thinkb4ublink]

Christ. [Off-screen:] All units, we've got another titan. Get there. Usual procedures.

[isthenight]

It's under control. Stand down.

[Which is really Batman talk for there's other stuff you'd be more helpful handling, he has no idea if this is getting under control any time soon. :V]

[thinkb4ublink]

[Sorry, no response. Of course 'usual procedures' is basically herding people out of the way of the thing and let the heroes deal with it, so it should be ok.]