"A paranormal investigator?" Jacob frowns, repeating the words as he takes the sketches back, tucking them away. He's never heard of such a thing but... "Like a medium but not quite?"
Someone who deals with ghosts, or at least, the suspicion and rumour of ghosts and supernatural things. He would scoff because he doesn't believe in those things himself, but looking across the room? At a man with glowing eyes, a tail, the remains of horns? Probably best not to say that's bullshit. It clearly isn't where Hellboy is from. And in truth, he has gone out looking for ghosts himself- in Dicken's haunted house, he's chased Spring-Heeled Jack over half of London. And then there was that strange carriage accident...
No. It could all be explained, logically. At least, where he's from.
He can't help but grin at the suggestion. Roof inspector? He'll have to use that one next time he gets caught somewhere he shouldn't be, like the balconies of Buckingham Palace.
"No. I was... I ran a gang." Which may be better than telling people he's an assassin, there's too much that has to be explained, too much history, too many questions about why and what and how. He doesn't know the answers to some of it, can't remember other parts. He doesn't know if Hellboy would believe him or think less of him anyway, and finding out your roommate murders people? Probably not something most people would be happy about.
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Someone who deals with ghosts, or at least, the suspicion and rumour of ghosts and supernatural things. He would scoff because he doesn't believe in those things himself, but looking across the room? At a man with glowing eyes, a tail, the remains of horns? Probably best not to say that's bullshit. It clearly isn't where Hellboy is from. And in truth, he has gone out looking for ghosts himself- in Dicken's haunted house, he's chased Spring-Heeled Jack over half of London. And then there was that strange carriage accident...
No. It could all be explained, logically. At least, where he's from.
He can't help but grin at the suggestion. Roof inspector? He'll have to use that one next time he gets caught somewhere he shouldn't be, like the balconies of Buckingham Palace.
"No. I was... I ran a gang." Which may be better than telling people he's an assassin, there's too much that has to be explained, too much history, too many questions about why and what and how. He doesn't know the answers to some of it, can't remember other parts. He doesn't know if Hellboy would believe him or think less of him anyway, and finding out your roommate murders people? Probably not something most people would be happy about.