“LET’S NOT GET CARRIED AWAY.” It’s beginning to dawn on Yondu that he’s mess with the wrong guy. “Don’t shoot th’ messenger, an’ all tha’.” Does that apply here ? He hopes so. It’s not like he decided on a WHIM to steal anything —- he’d been hired for it, and really, can he be blamed for simply doing his job ?
“SHOOT YOU?” he couldn’t help, but roll his eyes at the very notion of it. “no, if i wanted to do that, i’d have done it already.” actually he’d have attempted to rip the other in two. more or less. “and we WOULDN’T be having this truly DELIGHTFULconversation.” though, it was still possible they would be in the same position; just a slight different set of circumstances. “you can be sure about THAT.”
THE PAIN IN HIS CHEST grows worse . hands curl and uncurl into fists as he looks at the words streaming across the screen . not the way he wanted the news to be solidified ; that his best friend and king is dead . the agent sucks in a breath and bows his head . he is regent now . he is responsible for wakanda . while ross knows he can handle the responsibility , he can’t believe the news . he can’t process it . he looks over to the man on his left , still unsure of what to do or make of him . they may not be friends or allies , but they fought well together .
“ AND SO ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST. ” he reveled in the IRONY of his words; so many had died. so many had fought. so many lost everything . for what? he didn’t even know – this wasn’t his war. this wasn’t his fight and this wasn’t his world. he could leave and turn a blind eye to the workings of this world – of all the realms – and he would be alright with it. “ —- time to let the LESSER one’s clean up the mess. i’m DONE here. ”
gloved hands turn pages in a worn book peacefully, “i’m sure you’re about to tell me why you’re here without prompt. but the polite thing to do would at least wait for me to ask.”
a pause.
“may i help you? Ky’lar Richardson – Son of Blackheart, Prince of Hell.”
“the polite thing would have been for me to knock.” more or less. though, that would have meant more motivation on his part, and he wasn’t in the mood to give anyone that sort of effort. not at the moment at least.
“—- it depends.” on several factors, but for now, he would play his own games, and go from there. “would you if i asked?”
“Michael’s forces will be here in five minutes. If they find me here with you, there will be… consequences I’d rather not face so we’ll need to keep moving.” It was the closest to treason against his brother he dared get, but in Raphael’s mind still considerable. “What is it you want here?”
of course they would be here soon; there wasn’t a place on this bloody rock that was safe. if there was? he’d have been there, but for now, he was searching for answers ( more or less ). otherwise, he’d get as far away from michael’s forces as possible. angels were always highly annoying ( even more so here ). “take a guess.”
HE will go around in pants, but no shirt on. I…. i have no WORDS for this boy.
fun fact, ky usually doesn’t wear a shirt when he’s around people he likes – if he had a choice, he’d more than likely never wear one at all. though, he’s rarely comfortable / in a good head space enough for that.
“i like to call it a passing fancy.” truth be told, it did more than follow him; death and ky went hand in hand most days. anything to cure that little itch under his skin, that urge to take out his own anger on anything he could get his hands on, and while it sometimes passed… it always came back. something that he never quite understood. not truly at least. “sometimes i can go quite a while with out having blood on my hands.” though, that was rare. very rare.
cognitive assessment meme
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