[Apharsites: Hunting]

[somebodysdog]

Bright and early before the crack of dawn, Angua's human when she heads to 110, in a dress and barefoot.

No reason she should get dressed first, right?

She knocks sharply twice on the door, and hangs back.

"Hellboy? It's me."

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[crownedwithfire]

"C'mon in!"

Hellboy's apartment is spartan. Decent sized, but the stuff here just isn't made for his size, so most of it goes unusused. But it looks to be decent appointed all the same.

Big Red himself is going through some items on the table, before he pockets some and then takes up the rest an puts them in his belt.

"Ready to roll?"

[somebodysdog]

"Pretty much," she says, as she comes all the way in, shutting the door behind her, and making her way over to the table, to have a look at his items.

"Where are wwe meeting the lads?"

[crownedwithfire]

"Courtyard," he says. "Bright and equally early. Bedroom," he gestures, "Is back that way. You can change into your workin' clothes there."

What? He's totally polite.

[somebodysdog]

She glances over, and nods. "OK," she says on her way over, "we're heading to the remains of the hive, right?"

[crownedwithfire]

"It's the best place to start," Hellboy says with a shrug. Least seems to be to him. "Where else would have been his starting escape point? He had to go somewhere from there."

[somebodysdog]

"That's what I thought," she confirms, leaning against the bedroom doorframe. She'd carry on the conversation through the closed door but it's not going to take that long to change. "It'll smell of explosion around there still, so expect a few false starts."

[crownedwithfire]

"S'okay. We'll deal. I'll let the guys know."

So he shrugs; loading the Samaritan, he waits. He really hopes he gets to use one of these things on Harth... somewhere to the chest area. Packed with holy water in bursting tips... Would make for done dead vampire.

[somebodysdog]

She's happy to let him, from a distance, much as she hates gonnes, Hellboy seems to manage OK.

Maybe one day she'll tell him about the gonne that killed her the first time around.

She pushes the door to behind her, and slips off her dress easily, folding it and placing it on the end of the bed.

Then there's that not-fully-pleasant sensation, that whole-body-sneeze, and scratches at the edge of the door to open it and let herself out.

[crownedwithfire]

"Hey, pretty lady," he says when he's got her there beside him. The gun is loaded and holstered, and then he rises. There is no petting or weird man-that-likes-dogs-behavior (Hellboy is a cat guy, really).

"Shall we be off, then?" he says, and goes to open the door.

[somebodysdog]

Sure, they can be off. With a gruffed acknowledgment, she trots neatly at his heels, following him as he heads out.

Accompanying him, not following him, dammit!