The other had a good point. Midgardians were in some cases downright stupid, sadly he had the displeasure to witness that first hand, but given the chance, they would do anything to bring back their loved ones. It was noble of them and scary and stupid at the same time – giving your life for the one of your loved one only to never be with them together after all the trouble. What was even the point?
“You think people will be that desperate and do such a stupid move? Perhaps they will if they have nobody to bring back but want to help out a friend in need, but otherwise? They would truly have to be desperate.” He, too, would dare to bargain for one life to be brought back, the one of his mother, Frigga, to be exact, but it was questionable if that was even possible. “Do tell, since you apparently know a thing or two about bringing people back from the dead. Is it possible to do so for people who are dead for a few years?”
“Humanity has always been desperate. Now, more than ever before. They grasp and claw at what they assume to understand. Raking their nails against anything that could attribute to goodness. Then, they destroy it.” Maybe he was being a little…self centered, but his words (from his point of view) were facts.
“In this situation, many have died, and many more are missing. Some could be brought back, but there always is a price to pay.” In short, he could have elaborated on what the price was, but he didn’t feel that it was extremely necessary. “Some are just not willing… compensate me for my efforts.”
He took a step forward. “The longer they are gone, the harder it is; price goes up, effort goes up, and so does time.” It was possible, but sometimes there were… other effects. Not that he’d ever try something like that on his own, but there was always a chance it could work with-out disrupting something major… or drawing too many eyes on him.
“So, in short? Yes. I do believe it’s… possible.”
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⌲ IF I AM ABLE TO BEST THE BEGINNING OF YOUR BLOODLINE ⌲ A TINY HALFBREED SUCH AS YOURSELF WOULD BE NO MORE A CHALLENGE THAN A BOOT CHALLENGING AN ANT ⌲ YOU WOULD NOT SURVIVE A DUEL WITH ME KY’LAR ⌲ IF YOU LICK MY BOOTS, I MIGHT YET LET YOU LIVE
[ TEXT→ THOR]: We would have to see. [ TEXT→ THOR]: You might be many things. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Prat among them. [ TEXT→ THOR]: However, I doubt you’d last long in a true fight. [ TEXT→ THOR]: And I don’t lick boots. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Not now. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Not ever.
“right, right. sorry. clearly struck a nerve there.” brady held up his hands in mock surrender, though he was kind of interested in seeing what would result from igniting his temper. it would certainly make things more entertaining. “don’t worry. we don’t have to talk about your stockholm syndrome girlfriend if you don’t want to. we can go release some of that pent up rage.”
“if you struck a nerve, you’d be back in hell right now.” a lie, brady had indeed struck a nerve. jess was someone who was off limits – maybe it was a bad thing to be this attached to a human, but he didn’t care. it was more that she owned him than the other way around. though, he’d never admit that. no, he’d just drop the subject, and move on. no need to go all out violent for something a s small as that ( this time around ). “so,” he said, attempting to change the subject, “what do you have in mind?”
“All objects may serve a purpose, but that purpose may not be intended for all who encounter it,” the angel said flatly. There were many holy artifacts that fit exactly that description, after all: useful for angels or other divine beings, would probably kill anyone else who tried to use them. That was why, among other reasons, it was important to know one’s place.
Castiel narrowed his eyes, unflinching. “It’s your choice to waste your time and resources, then.” He didn’t trust this man— not in the slightest— but if he wasn’t working for Hell, then at least there was no real danger. One lone demon acting on his own wouldn’t get very far anyway. “And if I choose to withhold information I may have, that’s my choice.”
“My choice,” he said, taking a step forward, “Is to obtain what is needed. You may not like it. In-fact, you may even hate it, but it’s doubtful you’ll be able to stop me.” Or, maybe Ky was just being overconfident in his own abilities. Either way, it didn’t truly matter – not to him at least.
“Even so, it’s your choice; either give me what you want or get out of my way.” It wouldn’t get him closer to what was specifically needed, but instead, it would be a show of force. More so to let Castiel know exactly what he was capable of. “Understand?”
Was it worth fighting ALL NIGHT over? Natalia had been in this PARTICULAR situation many times over, and despite the ANGER she was shooting at him with her eyes, knew it would only last for another week before the two had made up again.
“Oh, SCREW YOU,” she hissed as he tried to get another insult in. But she didn’t admit it – that one HURT.
“I mean, you HAVE before, but that is besides the POINT, isn’t it?” he smirked as he made his way towards the door. “Maybe you should be a bit more GRATEFUL that i even STICK around here.” Not that it mattered to him, but he was past the point of being DECENT for the time being.
“Fortunately for you, it’s not.” His eyes remain narrowed, a clear distrust projecting from his expression for the other person.
“For now at least,” he mused out lowly. “Eventually, breathing will become a crime, and my existence could be,” a pause, “What exactly is League business?”
There was a roll of his eyes at the comment from Johnny. It didn’t matter if it was the Rider speaking or otherwise. It wasn’t Ky’lar’s problem if someone asked too many questions. Nor did he feel it was necessary to investigate.
In Ky’s mind, he’d been keeping out of trouble, and he figured that was enough to keep the Rider from sending him back ‘home’. Of course, there was doubt in his mind it would last for long – Ky never could restrain his tendencies… no matter how hard he tried.
“Do you always listen to what IT says?” The answer didn’t matter to Ky. He didn’t care about the Rider… just as long as the spirit didn’t come after him. “Or is this just a special case?”
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