“Your assumptions prove to be correct at the moment, unless you convince me otherwise.” Jasper’s eyes locked onto the being with a steady alertness, his body shifting a little more upright. He could feel a conflict brewing already, and he honestly couldn’t say that he wanted it prevented. There was just too much wrong with this…
“Is a name too much to ask of you? Or should I go by what I see .” He interrogated, arms crossed with a suspicious glare.
“Well, that would depend on what you see.” Ky personally didn’t think his presence here was a bad thing, but he always knew that stepping on toes was inevitable. Even more so these days.
Still, he was going to attempt to be nice ( even if he knew it would fall flat in all reality ). “It’s Ky’lar.” He could have said more – maybe even given an Alias, but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with that. Not yet at least.
❝ i know what you’re thinking; middle of nowhere, a guy comes up to you in a very fancy suit, and he has an offer for you. not just any offer, but a great one – all you have to do is sign a paper and you can rule the world. so, tell me…what is it you want, but instead of your soul… i just want a favor. one that i can claim at any time up to and past your inevitable demise. ❞
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FACE WRINKLES INTO MORE OF A SCOWL ! He’s already decided this guy is annoying. But, quick as a flash, he’s smiling, playing up his innocence as best he can. “Is tha’ so ?” He’s backing up as he speaks. “That’s real reassurin’ ta’ hear, boy. If y’ain’t got business shootin’ me, then I reckon I’ll jus’ be on my way —-”
“ACTUALLY,” he said, taking a step closer, “i was thinking of ripping you apart… piece by piece.” while his tone was quite serious ( at least for the moment ), as a grin quickly spread across his features. “it could be fun.” the only problem with that was it would mean far too much effort on his part and possibly causing. “or, we can talk about some real business with all threats off the table.”
❝ you ever considered workin’ outta someplace that doesn’t scream GENERIC BADDIE you’d get more visitors. ❞
clint barton WASN’T snooping — he happened to be there, alright? [ it was his defense, and he’d stick to it ] he’d been in the NEIGHBORHOOD following a local dealer who’d been peddling his wares too close to clint’s home, and he’d spotted the place, and pegged it as the kind where PROBLEMS came from [ and so he’d jimmied the window open ] it’d been right where he’d lost the dealer, it made SENSE.
❝ i’m just lookin’ for WALT, ‘right? if he’s not here, i don’t need to be. ❞
the only reason ky was here in the first place was due to the fact he was looking for answers. he’d been down this path before and the problem was each time things got worse – much worse actually. this time, the only reason he was following the same trail again was due to the fact it was easier to put his mind towards something constructive than to go back to his usual amount violence.
❝ have you ever considered not being annoying? ❞
a simple question. one that ky didn’t expect an answer to, but all the same, he knew it had to be ultimately be asked. after-all, while they might have been looking for someone – that didn’t mean ky couldn’t use them… even if it would backfire in their own face eventually.
❝ — an’ i never heard of a walt – sounds like some sort of dance. ❞
The offer to duel– to the death, most likely– had been exchanged between them both so often that its mention nowadays hardly triggered a reaction from the blond. No concern nor outrage bloomed in the moments after its airing; what prevailed was a species of muted disappointment, chagrined to see Ky stuck tightly to old ways and habits.
“…No, not this time. I refuse to fight you.”
“- what?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing; couldn’t believe he’d been denied this request of his. “did i hear that right?” of course he did, but ky had to make sure ( if only for his own ego ). “you refuse to fight me?” it seemed a bit surreal, but still – he wasn’t going to let that stop him. “am i not good enough anymore?” truth be told, he could have gone into more detail about the why, but what was the point? he was more in disbelief that thor wouldn’t fight him than anything else.“or are you finally realizing i’ll win every single time?”
the demon was enjoying it. every single second of it. to have the horseman of death wrapped around his finger was one of his greatest feats – even if he didn’t exactly have a part to play in it. “you could have always said no.” maybe. maybe not. ky didn’t care at the moment as a smirk spread across his lips. “you made a deal, death. that means even you could go back on it, but… you won’t.”
“an’ i don’t expect you to.” honestly, ky didn’t think she’d do anything, but he’d been wrong before.”i just expect you to take responsibility for one’s own actions… when the time comes.”
“— you do it,” he said, defiance in every single symbol of each word he spoke. he didn’t take advice, orders, or even suggestions well. “maybe then you’ll get the result you want.”
“an’ here i thought we got along so well!” his voice was clear sarcasm as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “but, for the record? no one should trust me. least of all someone like you.”
“— no.” maybe he could have simply let him go; that would have been so easy. just to wipe his hands of him. instead, ky decided to squeeze caleb’s shoulder even tighter. “you will stay.”
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