Some people might assume that, by the way he still wore his coat like armor, and carried his sword slung across his back, that he was uncomfortable, paranoid, or simply overly concerned about being on this ship. The truth was, he wore those as a matter of course.

Free from the slime-filled cocoons where he had apparently been asleep for the Record knows how long, the Akashic had decided that, rather than harass or bother the people who had clearly been here for some time for a tour, he was going to make his own. With the help of the omnicomm in his hand and a general sense of adventure, Morgan was walking the length and breadth of the traversible areas of the ship, poking into corners and making curious noises at various things.

If it was all terribly unsettling to him, he had no intention of showing that.

[[OOC: Just let me know where you find him!]]

Hellboy woke up in a cell, groggy and feeling like his mouth was full of cotton. After groaning to himself, disoriented, for a minute or two, he finally regained his senses and looked around. His weapons and relics were gone. (So were the grenades).

So was Liz.

Dammit.

"Liz?"

Struggling weakly to get on his feet, he took a few shaky steps and pounded against the door with his stone fist, to no avail. Though it appeared to be made of normal metal bars, a forcefield rippled in front of it when he tried to punch it.

Double dammit.

"Liz!"

He pounded against the wall next, then another wall. Then he launched into one hell of a temper tantrum, and starting pounding against the wall just to make himself feel better. It didn't really work out that well.

In the end, the noise he was making just gave him a head ache.

Huffing out each breath raggedly, he collapsed against the wall and slid down to the floor, where he sat still.

His twins were gone, and now who the hell knew what these tentacle-controlling freaks had done to Liz. He could only hope that she was imprisoned like he was--and at the very least, he knew his lady love could take care of herself.

"Hang in there, babe."

Somehow one of them would get free and they'd figure this place out together--and beat down whoever they had to, to find out what had happened to their babies.