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[COLOR=AF7AC5][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=white][I]New Mexico[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]A Fresh Set of Eyes – 2.01[/b][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=AF7AC5][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=white][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=white][I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5015288]1.07[/url][/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][/INDENT]
[indent]Eyes engulfed by blue, the expanse of the heavens felt endless, yet even so, there was no place there for Bruce Banner.

Naked shoulders blazed from the heat, knees dug into the dirt, sweat building and draining, breath coming and going, Bruce felt like he was waiting without any idea what it was for. His mind was blank as the blue, a feeling creeping up on him that he couldn’t even call ‘deja vu’, because it was too recent to make him feel anything other than dread and guilt. He remembered the sensation of the phone popping between his fingers, a fresh smartphone turned to splinters of glass and plastic in his hand, yet it remained unhurt.

Feeling nauseous, he started to gag. Leaning over, he spread is arms to give him balance as he coughed, forcing it out. His sweat turned cold, anxiety building: vomiting under these conditions could mean easy dehydration, and there wasn’t much but flat waste and rocky outcroppings in his blurry sight. But what came was not a swill of orange and yellow, but a dab of red, and a dull thunk in the now wet dirt. Sputtering as he choked in swallowing back blood, he wiped his lip, squinting his eyes at the hunk that came out. Leaning in, the piece of metal with the rounded tip was something he feared to be a bullet. Wiping his forehead, answers seemed impossible. Vision swimming, his arms bowed, about to give. Falling to his elbow, then his back, he cringed at the heat, dust sticking to his sweaty skin. Throat dry beyond the blood that had dripped down, he gasped out, struggling to his feet. Spotting foliage, he headed to the nearest rock, slipping into the shade and collapsing back down.

Knees to his chest, arms wrapped to cover his eyes and he tucked in his head, every time Bruce thought about trying to go home he was felt with an unmistakable dread. He only had some pittance of memory: stumbling in stretches of dark, eyes hurt by flashes of light, chest rumbling from his yelling. It was definitely a nightmare, but the last time it happened, people got hurt.

Head swimming, Bruce trembled. There he sat, sky tinting to orange as the sun fell. Trembling was joined by shivering, and Bruce had no idea what to do. Because try as he might, he could not seem to wake up. Even with so little energy. Bruce forced himself to stand, back into the light on the sunset among the deepening dark shadows, the last fleeting warmth of the desert’s day. Picking a direction, as much as it hurt, he could only keep going.

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“Here we have an urgent report from Navapo, New Mexico, which just recently suffered from an attack on El Diablo Air Force Base. Reportedly, the attacker was a hulking meta, who tore through the unprepared base for reasons still unknown. Miraculously there are no casualties, but dozens are injured: as you can see from the footage, the critical wounded were sent to a hospital for proper care. With the coast clear, concerned citizens and family members have begun to crowd around the freeway entrance to the base, now currently closed. We are now going to the scene. Christian?”

“Thank you Talanda. I’ve been here for 10 minutes and ambulances have not stopped coming out- there goes another one. We have several witnesses claiming to have seen this green hulk leaving roughly an hour ago. I’m about to get word from one of them now.” He stepped over, reaching a bearded elder.

“I really can’t believe it. It’s setting in now and I...this is a military base. A least robbers make sense, but that thing came in, wrecked shop, and scooted out. When are those metas and muties going to stop? When are they going to [b]be[/b] stopped.”

“Sir, you said you saw the monster?”

“Monster? That was a monster alright. Probably looked like a man earlier today. I know I’ve never seen any green giants walking around Navapo. Could have been anyone though, s’far as I know. That’s how mutants work, right?”

“Uh, well, there’s more nuance to it than that sir...”

“I don’t care about [i]nuance[/i] I want to go around the city without having to worry about some mutie going off, god dam-” The voice faded as the mic was hastily pulled away

“Well, thank you for your time sir. There you have it. We do not have the identity regarding the monster, but authorities have assured us that the search is underway. The situation is still developing and our ears are to the ground...”[/indent]