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Rumple's eyes dilated on the Atlantis crystal, his breaths becoming just slightly shallower with excitement.
"Yes!" he agreed with a smirk, taking a step towards her and reaching towards the crystal, his hand hovering just above it with yearning.
"Yes, this is fair. This pretty little jewel and your spy services?" before she could even change her mind, he snatched up the crystal, dangling it by the string and appraising it with erudite observance. Obviously satisfied, he closed his fist over it, his eyes glinting darkly.
"And who, pray, will I have the pleasure of murdering this fine evening?" His victory was interrupted, though, when Tink decided to throw a stick at him. He clenched his teeth, just about ready to step on her.
"No, bad fairy," he chastised, as if scolding a dog, and then pointing a finger at her and sending another zap of energy her way. Soon after, he felt the crystal begin to glow and pulse in his hand, as though threatening to do something in reaction to him. He almost dropped it, but caught it by the string and dangled it once more, frowning. Almost as though the Heart of Atlantis didn't much like him. He glanced back at Helga expectantly, and wondering who his new targets might be.
"Just in case this...crystal of yours backfires somehow...I want assurance that I'll be able to ask for your services whenever it suits me, for as long as we remain on this island? You needn't worry," he added hastily.
"My needs are small, and I only really call in favors if it's something important. You have my word." with a flick of his wrist, he rolled out a contract, scrawled in black ink and accented with fancy crimson capital letters at the beginning of each paragraph.
"Do we have a deal?" looping the crystal over his arm, he twisted his wrist, and a feathered quill appeared. He extended it towards Sinclair.
ζουrτh κιπg οζ τhε ζουrτh κιπg
Ahkmenrah, upon seeing Barton's reaction, almost doubled over laughing again.
"Well, as long as we're stuck on this island, we should be allowed to have a little fun, shouldn't we?" he smirked.
"3,000 years later, and it's still funny..." He remembered scaring commoners like that back in Egypt, especially during his teen years. Kahmunrah, meanwhile, would just stand by with his arms crossed, shaking his head disapprovingly at his brother's foolishness. Who could blame Ahk, though? The younger ones were always the jokesters. Looking back on all the practical jokes he had played on Kah, he could almost see why his older sibling had eventually gotten so fed up, that he'd said, "I'm done," slipped some poison into his drink, and murdered his own little brother. Looking back on
that, Ahk was actually grateful it had been poison and not a knife, otherwise he might still have scars from the unfortunate event. The young pharaoh was still a little hurt by his brother's actions, but thanks to the tablet, and much to Kah's annoyance, he had been revived. Speaking of which, he
still didn't know where the tablet was, or why he was allowed to walk around in broad daylight right now. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he turned back to Clint.
"You all seem to compare me to this Loki a lot, and his brother Thor." he halted for a moment reflectively.
"Actually, Loki himself seemed to take a liking to me." he made an expression that very clearly read,
I don't understand, but couldn't help but feel a sort of connection to the Asgardian brothers himself.
"But I assure you, I'm not a part of this HYDRA you keep mentioning," he cocked his head when Hawkeye mentioned Hide-and-Seek, and something about Hulk smashing Loki and Kah. He merely smirked at the man's
monkeying around remark.
"Aww, you would have this Hulk smash my brother for me?" it was partially joking, but a part of him was also wondering if that could actually be arranged.
"--hey!" He was a bit caught off guard when Clint threw his quiver at him, and he fumbled with it for a few moments, staggering backwards before clutching it to his chest firmly and regaining his balance, although the object wasn't really that heavy.
"Well, you're certainly good at the hiding part," he observed.
"But I wouldn't slap me again...I have more than one trick up my sleeve, after all." he wiggled his brows playfully and grinned, before glancing around.
"Where did everyone go, anyway?"ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴥ-ᴄᴓɴ
Rocket growled hostilely. He couldn't believe he actually
considered defending Star Lord and Co. - the walking thesaurus, that insane assassin lady, and the equally insane, dance-happy human with the weirdo mask. Nope, there was no defending those clowns, so he let the subject drop, replacing his lack of a comeback with more shouting.
"ALRIGHT, LOSER, YOU WANNA GO?!" he tugged at his arms, struggling to break free in vain.
"Why don't you let me go and fight me like a real man, instead of hiding behind your suit?!" He was absolutely sick of people taking advantage of his size. If only he could move his arms, he could've started blasting Stark's face off.
"And for the record," he added, especially enraged that he'd gone so far as to insult Groot.
"You ever seen a tall talking tree shoot his roots through half a dozen guy's skulls and slam them into a wall?! I'd watch what you say about him!"
