01-20-2006, 08:02 AM
Rage. Violence. Destructrion. These were the things to expect when dealing with the Hulk. Cloak had heard tales of entire armies failing to stop him, the weapons of Doom failing to wound him, and even Hell itself failing to contain him. What were they, this mish-mash group of adventurers, supposed to do to him? The cloak dare not try to trap him in the dark dimension, lest through fury alone the Hulk rend that realm, and the cloak by circumstance, asunder. The quick one might pelt him with blows to only fuel his anger. The dead one had yet to display a talent to quell the beast. And she who had been brightest now shone with the same luminence as the others.
But perhaps the cart was going before the horse, as the saying went. Mayhaps they were not there for the Hulk at all, but instead for someone else. Yes. The Franki girl had raised a good point. Expectations were one thing, but the truth of the matter could be something else entierly. They could hardly form a plan if they knew not what to plan for. Working out ways to defeat the Hulk would do little good if they were to stumble upon the resting place of someone else.
All at once the cloak disappeared into thin air, thin wasps of smoke like fabric lingering in the air where it had once been before dissapating themselves. It moved quickly through the dark dimension. It moved with a purpose. If it could scout the interior of the structure before the others arrived perhaps they could all be better prepared for what lay ahead.
But perhaps the cart was going before the horse, as the saying went. Mayhaps they were not there for the Hulk at all, but instead for someone else. Yes. The Franki girl had raised a good point. Expectations were one thing, but the truth of the matter could be something else entierly. They could hardly form a plan if they knew not what to plan for. Working out ways to defeat the Hulk would do little good if they were to stumble upon the resting place of someone else.
All at once the cloak disappeared into thin air, thin wasps of smoke like fabric lingering in the air where it had once been before dissapating themselves. It moved quickly through the dark dimension. It moved with a purpose. If it could scout the interior of the structure before the others arrived perhaps they could all be better prepared for what lay ahead.