"Nnfrbl?" Is Maria's initial reaction to Ankh's shaking her. "Nnf. Gimme five more minnuts, I'll get t'school when I'm ready."
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"...Ankh, why am I in your room, and why am I naked? I didn't find more Phoenix down yet..." She's still in a half-awake state, judging from the distant sound of her voice.
"I oughta blow a hole clean through your skinny mummy ass." Red, for his part, isn't lowering the gun. "I thought I told ya to keep yer undead little hands offa her."
"And I had told you, that things of that sort was ultimately her decision!" He shoots back. "Now just hear me for a moment. I didn't do a thing to her last night! In fact she wasn't even human; she was turned into a cat with one of those el-oh-ells and I couldn't just leave her in her room by herself!" He adds with a tone that knows Red can see how that can happen.
The entire time he's been scooting away from Maria on the bed to get her away from the line of fire of that damned gun, and nearly out of cover by now. He grabs a pillow and plops it over his lap instead.
"Red. We discussed this. He's right, it's my choice, now put the god-damned gun down." The fact that she just used 'damned' is a testamate to how annoyed she is, if the scowl on her face isn't indication enough.
Akhenaten really, really didn't want to play this card, but for pain of getting powderized by a silver bullet the caliber of a damned ping-pong ball...
"Besides, how the hell could I have done anything to her like this I ask you?"
You hear that? That's the sound of his pride shouting at him and throwing things and generally not accepting that truth very well.
Knowing Red, it's not just a silver bullet. It's probably 'The Works' in that damned thing. He lowers the gun and makes a bit of a scoffing sound, looking around the room a moment into his eyes fall onto a picture on a nearby table.
This is probably about the point, were this a cartoon, the Jeopardy theme would start playing. Hellboy sets his jaw and looks at it a few moments, Maria's presence in the photo is fairly obvious, but he's having a little bit of trouble placing the guy.
Praise the Aten, he's lowered that problem-solver of his. Ankh slumps back a little and runs a hand over his scalp, relaxing.
But then he notices Hellboy's new line of sight towards the picture of his more lively form holding her and gazing into her eyes with the pyramid of Giza in the background. (He'd chosen the best out of the prints. Every other pose had Maria smiling next to him, but to an invisible person about three feet to the left of the camera.)
Shit. Shit shit shit he knew he shouldn't have set that thing out in his room!
"A-oh, that?" He tries to scoff, which is something he's far too tense to do properly right now. "That's just a picture a-of Maria annnnd a friend of mine, and uh..." Unfortunately so close to the bed, it was easy to tell that he and the guy in the picture look a lot alike. Just a dry-spell away from being twins, in fact... He decides to shut up and tilts the frame face-down. "Look, it's not important. Now will you leave us to get some damned clothes on so we can get to
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Akhenaten, Maria is facepalming so hard in her head at your attempts at floundering it. As it is, she's resisting the urge to do so physically, as it'll only make matters worse in Red's view.
"....That's you in th' picture, innit mummyboy." He gestures to the now face-down placed photograph on the table with the Samaritan, his voice is even, like it could honestly go either way.
Aaaand now she actually does facepalm. "Ankh. That is not helping your case with how that actually sounds."
Even so, "Look. Red. You're a reasonable guy, and I get the whole big-brother thing, but could you please back the heck off? I can make my own choices. Really."
Unfortunately this is the male ego in its natural habitat, creating combative, assholish tones out of even the best of intentions. Ankh doesn't say anything to Maria and his stare back is just as level. Go ahead and try something, you brutish red bastard.
"Good. Now will you leave so that we may get on some clothes and get on with our morning?" He mutters.
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"...Ankh, why am I in your room, and why am I naked? I didn't find more Phoenix down yet..." She's still in a half-awake state, judging from the distant sound of her voice.
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The entire time he's been scooting away from Maria on the bed to get her away from the line of fire of that damned gun, and nearly out of cover by now. He grabs a pillow and plops it over his lap instead.
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"Besides, how the hell could I have done anything to her like this I ask you?"
You hear that? That's the sound of his pride shouting at him and throwing things and generally not accepting that truth very well.
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Knowing Red, it's not just a silver bullet. It's probably 'The Works' in that damned thing. He lowers the gun and makes a bit of a scoffing sound, looking around the room a moment into his eyes fall onto a picture on a nearby table.
This is probably about the point, were this a cartoon, the Jeopardy theme would start playing. Hellboy sets his jaw and looks at it a few moments, Maria's presence in the photo is fairly obvious, but he's having a little bit of trouble placing the guy.
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Wait. Why would it be in Mummyboy's...
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Note that she's still tense and a bit worried.
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But then he notices Hellboy's new line of sight towards the picture of his more lively form holding her and gazing into her eyes with the pyramid of Giza in the background. (He'd chosen the best out of the prints. Every other pose had Maria smiling next to him, but to an invisible person about three feet to the left of the camera.)
Shit. Shit shit shit he knew he shouldn't have set that thing out in his room!
"A-oh, that?" He tries to scoff, which is something he's far too tense to do properly right now. "That's just a picture a-of Maria annnnd a friend of mine, and uh..." Unfortunately so close to the bed, it was easy to tell that he and the guy in the picture look a lot alike. Just a dry-spell away from being twins, in fact... He decides to shut up and tilts the frame face-down. "Look, it's not important. Now will you leave us to get some damned clothes on so we can get to ( ... )
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"....That's you in th' picture, innit mummyboy." He gestures to the now face-down placed photograph on the table with the Samaritan, his voice is even, like it could honestly go either way.
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"I was not about to let a good resurrection go to waste." He confesses.
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Even so, "Look. Red. You're a reasonable guy, and I get the whole big-brother thing, but could you please back the heck off? I can make my own choices. Really."
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This is, of course, his unsaid way of saying this ain't over, Mummyboy. Not by a long shot. In a way that, sadly, Maria is completely oblivious to.
"Alright. Fine." He holsters the Samaritan with a but of a gruff sound.
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"Good. Now will you leave so that we may get on some clothes and get on with our morning?" He mutters.
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