audio; username: hb

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy is largely uncomfortable putting his face out there for public consumption, so he defaults to audio. His tone is businesslike but friendly, and there's no indication whatsoever that he's anything but human.]

So we've been here about a month now. Nalawi, I mean. Now that things have settled down and we aren't dealing with typhoons and other things [he's talking about parties], we should probably convene and talk about this case.

Has anyone found anything that could point to where their goddess has gone? Things are getting pretty hairy here; I've seen some pretty strange stuff that I think can get out of control if we don't find out a way to help them soon.

Any clues or ideas would be helpful, so don't be afraid to share what you've found. Even if you don't think it means anything, maybe it'll help someone else solve a puzzle.

Even if we can't find a way to bring their powers back, this place is headed for some really bad stuff if we aren't careful. So let's figure it out.

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[strictdiscipline]

[Hellboy is the cancer killing DWRP ALASTAIR. Be the change you want to see!!

Tartly:]

I think a great many things about an organization with the ability to pull a large number of people from where they stand into completely separate worlds, the least of which is that they ought to be able to provide explicit instructions and assistance on missions.

[But apparently that is setting the bar too high.]

[hellshaped]

[No... too laze...

Riza may be audibly annoyed, but it takes a little more to get Hellboy's temper lit. There's just dark humor in his tone instead.]

That assumes they're organized enough to be called an organization. I get the impression they couldn't give us instructions for getting out of a paper bag.

[strictdiscipline]

That would also require they give us paper bags to start with.

[And knowing ALASTAIR, they're more likely to hand out sets of rubber ducks instead. But she digresses, and pulls herself back on track with a small sigh.]

But it looks like we're on our own, and not doing a particularly good job. I'll search around some more. If I find anything, I'll let you know.

[hellshaped]

I guess we have to learn to fly on our own -- without smacking into the ground, ideally. [ALASTAIR is disorganized as all hell, so they probably shouldn't rely on them very much for anything.] I'll be around.