July 2011
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On the Edge →
bigmeanwildthing:
gammapulsed:
“Yeah.”
Bruce passed the unopened carton and settled himself. If the worst thing that came from this night was a meal and some idle chatter, then he could consider it a good evening. He wasn’t going to start thinking of Victor as a friend or an ally but there wasn’t much he could or was willing to do to rid himself of the man, either.
Chances were that Creed...
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On the Edge →
bigmeanwildthing:
gammapulsed:
Bruce reeled, mentally, from the amount of stuff that Victor was telling him. It was personal and Bruce had never really been one for sharing- but he had asked. He had some trouble understanding Creed but most of what he got was that he missed his brother, and through a crap load of unfortunate events, he actually had lost him.
There was a chance that he was...
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Marvel Movie Time-line →
On the Edge →
bigmeanwildthing:
“D’yeh ken adamantium, Brucey?” Creed asked, and squinted knowingly at Bruce for a moment. “Aye, betcher do. Well…” Creed scrubbed at the rough stubble coating the lower half of his face, before setting to work smoking as much of the meat as he could. “Well, after… Nam? Yeah, that sounds ‘bout right. After Nam, the government- yer fancy American fellers- caught wind’a me...
On the Edge →
bigmeanwildthing:
gammapulsed:
bigmeanwildthing:
“Apparently, yeh do,” Creed said mildly, working quickly and efficiently to strip the moose down to… moose parts, bones, and lots and lots of steak. “Bin on yer trail fer days, remember? Yer not eatin’ enough fiber or protein. Yer mostly eatin’ carbs, s’natural enough, they’re pretty easy to come by an’ eat on the road an’ all, but if’n it...
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On the Edge →
bigmeanwildthing:
gammapulsed:
bigmeanwildthing:
It took a few hours for Victor to get back, and then another two or three to follow Bruce’s trail. It would have taken maybe twenty or thirty minutes, normally, but Creed was weighted down with his bountiful… bounty, and didn’t want to accidentally drop anything.
When he did stagger up to Bruce, it was under the weight of a very large,...
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On the Edge →
bigmeanwildthing:
It took a few hours for Victor to get back, and then another two or three to follow Bruce’s trail. It would have taken maybe twenty or thirty minutes, normally, but Creed was weighted down with his bountiful… bounty, and didn’t want to accidentally drop anything.
When he did stagger up to Bruce, it was under the weight of a very large, extremely dead, fully grown moose. Creed...
On the Edge →
bigmeanwildthing:
gammapulsed:
Creed tilted his head at Bruce, his smile fading just slightly.
“Coz yeh like it. Seen some of yer stuff when I was playin’ wit’cher curtains, and yeh seem the type.” He reached out and prodded Bruce’s shoulder with one finger, as if checking to see if he was too hot to touch. “If yeh want more toys yer gonna hafta wait til we go through another town, I ain’t...
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On the Edge →
Creed tilted his head at Bruce, his smile fading just slightly.
“Coz yeh like it. Seen some of yer stuff when I was playin’ wit’cher curtains, and yeh seem the type.” He reached out and prodded Bruce’s shoulder with one finger, as if checking to see if he was too hot to touch. “If yeh want more toys yer gonna hafta wait til we go through another town, I ain’t roamin’ the wilderness lookin’ for...
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On the Edge →
bigmeanwildthing:
gammapulsed:
Several days had passed since the run-in with Victor Creed and Bruce had decided against continuing to stay at his cabin; judging from the carnage of the surrounding landscape, Creed might want a rematch and Bruce was disinclined to engage in pointless fighting, again.
Bruce had managed to pack…
Is it a proper greeting to jump out from behind a structure and...
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On the Edge
Several days had passed since the run-in with Victor Creed and Bruce had decided against continuing to stay at his cabin; judging from the carnage of the surrounding landscape, Creed might want a rematch and Bruce was disinclined to engage in pointless fighting, again.
Bruce had managed to pack up all his tech (including a pilfered cellphone, a patchwork laptop and several feet of copper wire for...
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pretzelquatyl:
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skiesovergideon asked: How hard is it to be on the run all the time? Do you ever wish you could just crash for a month and not have to worry about anything, have you adjusted to the lifestyle, or do you actually enjoy it?
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No need for sleep, my memories will talk me... →
Creed pulled himself up, beaming happily at the monstrosity before him. FINALLY, they were getting somewhere. Well, Hulk did not hit Creed and cause him to fly long distances, and the feral mutant will take that as a positive. He grinned ferociously, tilting his head to the side as he parsed what the reticent behemoth was trying to convey.
“Wossamatter, Big Fella?” he asked, sidling to the...
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No need for sleep, my memories will talk me... →
It was slower going for Creed, because some part of him truly hated being dunked in the river like that- not the catlike part, just the normal human part that most humans had, or at least those humans with an aversion to flying the length of five football fields before landing headfirst in a fast river made even faster after being swollen by the rains. He also hit his head on a rock crusted with...
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No need for sleep, my memories will talk me... →
bigmeanwildthing:
gammapulsed:
Creed followed the little man out, mostly because it was better than standing around and waiting for something to actually happen. Well, actually, he saw that Bruce was backing away and so he nosed up into Bruce’s personal air bubble, which just happened, at this point, to be outside in the rain. He sniffed at Bruce again, because on some level he really has...
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No need for sleep, my memories will talk me... →
Creed followed the little man out, mostly because it was better than standing around and waiting for something to actually happen. Well, actually, he saw that Bruce was backing away and so he nosed up into Bruce’s personal air bubble, which just happened, at this point, to be outside in the rain. He sniffed at Bruce again, because on some level he really has forgotten that it is inappropriate...
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BIG MEAN WILD THING: No need for sleep, my... →
Creed squinted, making a bit of a face at Bruce to let him know that he did not exactly approve of his answer without actually pressing the matter.
“Well… suppose they call me Creed, so far’s as they actually call me anything anymore,” he allowed with a little nod and a shrug. “Or Victor, if it does yeh.” He tucked the flask away again, giving Bruce’s shoulder a surprisingly gentle prod,...
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BIG MEAN WILD THING: No need for sleep, my... →
Bruce scowled at the other man; he did a fine job of keeping larger animals away by himself. They seemed to sense the danger; which was good because even insects stayed away from him. Bruce didn’t want to consider what might happen if a mosquito suddenly developed an interest in Gamma-irradiated blood. The stranger moved with a kind of finesse which one did not expect from such a large man but...
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BIG MEAN WILD THING: No need for sleep, my... →
bigmeanwildthing:
docbanner:
bigmeanwildthing:
Victor Creed was sprawled on his back again, this time in a fresh bed of tall grass at the edge of a meadow protected by dense forest instead of a filthy-smelling mattress in a claustrophobic little room. His motorcycle- which he has taken to calling “Bike” and conversing with when the rare mood…
Bruce stared into the cabin and was struck with...
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BIG MEAN WILD THING: No need for sleep, my... →
bigmeanwildthing:
Victor Creed was sprawled on his back again, this time in a fresh bed of tall grass at the edge of a meadow protected by dense forest instead of a filthy-smelling mattress in a claustrophobic little room. His motorcycle- which he has taken to calling “Bike” and conversing with when the rare mood…
Bruce stared into the cabin and was struck with the image of an overgrown...
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Somewhere, Canada
Bruce wasn’t quite sure where he was and he was much too tired to care. After several weeks of working for less than he wanted to admit, Bruce had managed to talk his way onto a series of fishing boats, traveling north on the Pacific. They were dubious of his ability to not kill himself or others, but Bruce was persistent. He pulled his weight and was invaluable to the on-board engineer and,...
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Barranquilla, Colombia.
The problem that arises from ‘going with the flow’, Bruce found, was that when one is on a journey, as he was, you sometimes find yourself going in the wrong direction. Barranquilla was, to put it succinctly, a mess. It was a coastal city, however, so there was a very good chance that Bruce could barter his way onto a fishing boat or a freighter going north, without much fanfare. The...
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Juruti, Brazil
Bruce had been hitching and moving north for eight days, by now. He’s lost a little more weight from a completely unpredictable availability of edible food and from the amount of walking he’s had to do in the muggy heat that Brazil had to offer. He’s bartered rides from several farmers in exchange for fixing various bits of farm equipment. The boat he was on now was a lucky find. (Or steal,...
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Bruce had slept for nearly twelve hours; only the need to drink and eat roused him, finally. It took him several moments of blinking and rubbing his eyes before he was able to focus without his glasses- something he’d need to replace rather quickly, or suffer headaches.
He could tell that the sun was already starting to sink below the horizon but it wasn’t yet cool- it was, in point...
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The trek back to civilization took him most of the night and by the time he came close to the jumbled mess of the village, his feet ached nearly as much as the rest of him. Any time spent as Hulk always left him weak and this last time was only multiplied by the fierce violence which must have occurred while fighting Blonsky.
He could only assume that Hulk had managed to stop the Abomination;...
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It was damp out; the kind of evening that he remembered from his childhood, where the windows were fogged up and he could draw designs in the condensation. He was barefoot and cold, shivering slightly as he stumbled along what might have once been a road. Bruce could see the distant lights of the favela, where the cool air stoked the people’s energy and their laughing and whooping could be...
